Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.
That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.
And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation
We both teenagers with the same mind state
Account the amount we are paid
Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith
Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with
Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
Even if the amount of money is so small
Rationing the amount of trust i put into people
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
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