Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown
They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down
Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit
You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid
He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,
Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked
He's a warrior and laborious
Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus
He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,
The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.
It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors
Translation cause my life is too sweet
And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.
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