You can-
Depend on Cud Life to kill it, having guillotine dreams with my enemies (oh!)
See em in the ditch, see em out

Hit the X can’t stand to hear a bitch nigga mouth
Took a hook in the road to get in the mode, geronimo

Get em a jeans, white tee, Cleveland fitted
Hoes know me round the map, I can’t hide the old summers
The rest unfolds, tell me how the fuck does he does it
Levels unreachable, can’t pin em to a mold
Its like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore
My thoughts sore in the AM
Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim
Telling Satan to fuck off


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