Or he should of been a little quicker
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
Worn by a queen or a faggot
Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit
Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right
I'm not slim shady or any other rappin white
Was it a mirracle saved by god or therapist?
This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed
I’m so fly i don’t even got wings
By study, instruction, or experience
And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid
By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad
I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track
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