Lyrics
I drop everything
Like I'm on my last breath
Hold the fucking microphone tight
As I pass it
Grabbin' on the liquor
As the body goes past ten
Party's over now
Like I'm living in the past tense
Shots fired! Shots fired!
Eh um, 41st street. Shots fired
43rd street? 44th street?
(Shots fired)
What street?
Nevermore
3 3 3 street. I need assistance
There's blood on me
We don't have a
Man down!
Nevermore
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