Every alley find me wasted hung, yo i'm fairly young
Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
Ok, black panamera, dash on a million
Luring these people i'm hurting you are hung
They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em
Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.
Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch
Im a beast call me marshawn lynch
The street slang i be speakin in code
With a rope, hung up by their necks, they choke,
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