I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much
Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch
Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines
I'm the type of guy you'd never know who was behind the rhymes,
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
And drew up a blue image of the day she died
For every niggers who died protesting through the streets
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans
I knew this guy, shit, i wouldn't hurt a fly yet wouldn't cry if he died.
Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight
No such thing as a weed overdose/ so keep toking folks
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...
And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight
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