Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i
But like the sun in a foggy day
Got problems, what? i can't say
At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance
Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga
Became depressed , all day ate and slept/ hygine wasnt a
How me holiday? i love it when mommy say
And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way
Spending all day on the net becoming a real nerd
Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
I'm on that way to kill 'em all in one day
Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play
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