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[Verse 4: Dylan Ross]
R O Double toiling trouble
Got my conscious on my hustle
Bitch its family over everything in case you fucking wondered
Young Jake Jeckel up on my neck
Cause this here for life and that there is not
I live for family, I die for family
I do it for family I swear to God
I swear to God I beat the odds
I do it all and I run the race
My heart rate climb at a steady pace till I finish first above all you lames
I got so much motherfucking mental pressure that I feel like everybody up in my target range
I don’t want to make a wish that it already is
Cause guts and brains make lots of stains
I don’t even know if I’ma be here tomorrow
Visions of a bloody picture of me on the cross
I can even see the blood gleaming and glossing
I’m sorry for your loss, I don’t mean to be Rozz
Steady bumping wicked shit until I am gone
Bitch I’m from Ohio what you think I was on
Smoking by myself until the weed is all gone
But I don’t care I’ll get another oz in the morning
I’m above it all
Flip a bird like a somersault
[?] light it up like [?]
Gotta get it till I get my world better off
Gotta move what I need then I’m moving on
I shed a lot of people who were never even on my side but marijuana never seem to ever do me wrong
Dylan killing any enemy that step up in my way to threaten anything I love I’m bout to set it off
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