Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse
That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose
Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,
Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose
We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//
But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"
Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news
Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse
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