As I walk through the turf
no expressions are shown,
I'ma Die Alone with'a pint of Patrone
Puff'n home grown.
My home grl's name is Mary Jane,
she's mad at the system
and she brings the flame.
Everyone's to blame but we show no shame.
I'ma play'a, so u betta hate the game.
I'ma die solo...remember my name.
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