Who lets little boys get ran over in intersections
But love my music, say i do nothing but hits
Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw
In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything moves around ya
Where every recipient, property of the state
Be free in society or a prison mate
So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley
Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie
This is why her nigga mad
Never be found. stuff you in a black
The boys in blue! get 'em trey!
And my niggas say
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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