The real muscle in the message of that
Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad
Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose
For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes
Told me whats good and bad
That we ain't never had
Made a million with the pen
Makes me sleep and blown by men.
The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
I got the good shit men i already told ya
Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well
Times when we were young kids chilling thinking we were wise men, so let me tell
Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
A bad cop good cop routine as it came and went like crap
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