He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.
I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer
I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer
I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
Don’t answer about your problems
Let's have a toast for this new love
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
Will protect you even, if its not the right answer,
Oh lord give me a purposeful answer
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
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