I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer
You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter
But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself
Monster or man the answer is in itself,
I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.
There's crack, there's crack
Can you answer back, answer back
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
And all that deep shit i was previously down for
Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
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