heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'
Why the fukk you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfukkers picture livin' life after a night of fukkin' around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
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