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breath stinkin'
of protein
ring, ring, ring
quiet brahs
incoming call
plus this my homie from the misc
he's getting by
It's time to burry
another miscer
nobody cry
life as a sick ♥♥♥♥
alcohol and booty calls
we used to troll them as poor reds
do you recall ?
raised as reds
pumped up and get mod repped
get on tha roof*
let's get some tech
troll a little and end up red,
2' in tha morning
and we still repping hard out,
screamin' ‘come at me brah’
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin''
I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them miscers to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta rep my last
I rep my 5th ass to grass
when you pass...
cause life goes on..............RIP Aziz "Zyzz" Sergeyevich