In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
Never meeting his true love, having kids,
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
I only got four minutes
Cuz i get kills while you blow kids
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Oh and fuck all the cool kids
Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual
Just kids with hella fuel
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
A lesser measure of beggar kids
Why are the little kids having little kids
Just another product of this matrix
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