I be calling out game like miles at the farms
After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms
Hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,
Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world
And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
He just has no dime, see arms rocking,
And getting money is the song i sing
Where they find me, 16 on death row
Hold your arms cry and wallow
The world is so typical
Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.
All on the furniture with no regards
With blood running fast down my arms
Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts
And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms
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