Love is a place you mother fuckers never been The reality of killing other brothers just to win The bitch-ass nigga got you feeling like a friend, yeah They harbor cold feelings they ain't even gon' pretend This armadillo scale peeled back my epidermic skin It’s thicker than ten cynics, six minutes into my stick of incense And I'm already knowing this bomb that I'm blowing Ripping time and space into base materials


















