They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door
Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore
Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
He said '' never will i treat you inferior again'' and his son hugged him with brutal injuries
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory
The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt
Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work
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