"Friends! As you call em
they call you when they need something
trees for the bluntin, 2 Gs for the frontin
I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone, turned a deaf ear to the cellular phone
send me a letter or better we could see each other in real life
just so you can feel me like a steel knife
at least so you can see the white in their eyes
bright with surprise once they finish spitting lies"

La p-ta madre otra vez me sacaron el elo en el cs2 juego de re mierda