a bag and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock
the wilderness Will know no journey home Well my love is locked in chains The lion walks alone Oh the lion walks alone Nature is cruel But he knows it's his home
and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock From
a bag and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock
