[UNKAGED]

Spinning out my chambers in time.

Each bullet slowly making its rhyme.

I look back at the time as I'm slowly declined.

My pass wasn't present while I used my nines as a crescent.

My barrolls glow red as I full your face full of lead.

Watching how fast they hit your head.

I know this is weird as this shit comes from my head.

But I would be dead if it wasn't for white and red.

I smoke up my saddle as I gun and debarroll.

Traces of my mind are listed one of a kind.

Only to find that I to was blind.

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No fun in the summer as everyone gets dumber.

Some start to chunder as some rearly blunder.

My gats always wonder how I stay focused and never fault on that number.

My heart is a faze as we both start to blaze.

My gun is my heart and the trigger is my faze.

Not to mention we all go down in different ways.