Correction Paroles Hit Em Up par Damjonboi

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(Verse 1 Lil Fungus)
And I’m not sure why I’m infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats…
Maybe cause I’m a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death
Really stuck in the scheme of wondering when I’mma rest
I be tossin’, enforcin’, my style is awesome
I’m causin’ more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said: “You’re dead.”
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your f**kin’ head!
Won’t cha…picture life as my wife, just think:
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you’s the one I trusted…
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
You say I’m rehabilitated but I still can’t vote
You say I paid my debt but I still can’t vote
Gotta pay taxes but I still can’t vote
Come on dawg, y’all stay trying to keep a n***a broke
He’s fallin’ apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass sh*t he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius, but it’s clearer lately
It’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this n***a was my hero, maybe
That’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
‘Cause I believed him when he said his sh*t was purer and he
The type of n***a swear he real, but all around him’s fake:
The women, the d**kriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin’ to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show
Damn, wonder what happened?
Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing n***as
Based off the words they be rappin’

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