you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I
up in World War Three I see destruction and poverty And I feel like I wanna go home It's okay if you're coming with me 1 - {Whitney} Your love is my
all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel
in World War Three I see destruction and poverty And I feel like I wanna go home It's okay if you're coming with me 1 - {Whitney} Your love is my love
type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like
from under your door. They found you three days later, You were buried under your sheets. It was too damn hard to watch As heaven and hell held you down like
it We throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelins Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The ? arms
an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop
a three pointer, while y’all niggas throwing javelins Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The ? arms