This for the brothers up North gettin full on that Jack Mac
First smack back, we got a nikka to backsmack
And you gon love it,it’s gon be a lot of head rolls Breath hold till the death toll, you know
You Detroit nikkas came to get divided
But y’all gone always come together at funerals
You’ve even now decided
But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in? Well, it’s a sign in
Look at all these portraits of my corpses, I’m just waiting on you nikkas sizes
I can have the pain in your pit paned into a tweet frame
Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 it (tenant), or Royce to 5’9 it
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