They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil
12 year old books going through your fuckin temple
Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news
In bed he wept and seldom slept, he deserved respect to learn the truth
Still moving forward like a 2 year old
Fearin what it show you, reality is gold
Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit
Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.
Cant handle it i feel a rush of tears, been a tough year
Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
My tongue is a steel dagger / kneel to the real rapper
You was to young a 18 year old
Women front, they get its cold
It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
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