Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
And their mothers and fathers
To war with the coppers
And get it again and again
Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
And a fridge and some broccoli
Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend
Social conditioning and
And like to boast and brag
She always comin back
Took something rough and turn it to a diamond
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
And nasty remains and bones
Fake niggas get dial tones
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