CARBON MIST E

Last century. So what was on the top came and he Burned the nation. Three up God's and keep 'em Jacked, nigga, players snapping on my heels. Nothing that I'm thinking never lack or push a Chain. Hit the ghetto, 'em up, make 'em want Marry me. If I ever leave a bachelor, Robbin' for the shit I got. Seventy-twenty angle just to keep my fucking bitch. Burning tree to smoke and sink in with my Niggas get more thunder. Talk to hood, I'm the fountain, Crip the gang That grabbed us up. Now I'm thinking I'm the Business that'll catch a slippin'. Feel the grip my hand, I'm gifted, man, I'm Genius, but it be. So I'm not scoping for no ho, but if She clean then rub her throat. Shit like me finna take a biz on all These niggas tryna fool. I got a bomb, bitch, I'm finna make a Move. Three Years have passed And fire has risen from the seven obstacles. Yes, this power is limitless.