Moving Day

Remember I was splitting Dutches Mantras in my clutches

Reluctant to fuck wit bitches wit gossip in they discussion

Fuck them old heads wit the mileage of mild Concussions

Hate to see a youngin' running cause limbo is what they stuck in

Peeped a lot of niggas can't handle they beef they need a sub in

Should've been put that Frank in the safe keep it a hundred

Get a whiff of the pharamones you are not where terror roams

Resemble cloudy carats our narratives won't compare at all

Verdict of a disturbed nerd verbiage

Something like aerosol

Click release flick deceased bodies is near the bar

Bet you relate accept your fate it's creepin near your door