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The New Trust The Body And The Brain

flicks and root for the badguy and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy die if you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to so what they got bodies

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

and new suits , explain all their groves and roots, but not enough to incriminate just enough to demonstrate why they confused as youths, why they bodies are abused and

flicks and root for the badguy and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy die if you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to so what they got bodies

my shit then hit you, slugs in your body Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene Get ghost, stash the pistol So simple then, watch my back, lay up and

gangster flicks and root for the bad guy And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to So what they got bodies

aim You choke up I break out the high grade smoke thangs And this beat was produced by Rob the Vikang I crept up from above and took you out Look its a new

get me I ride with niggas and bitches that been with me [glock] It's a million motherfuckers lovin and hate it when we bust But off your future self and