#1 (#single #syllables)
Good kids make bad grown ups
Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life
The you should look up in the stars
While in the distance i hear passing cars
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
I was single when you came in my life
What we gotta do to survive
Run away from the cars...
When bret hart meet brett farve
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
What is right in my life. if i'm happy let me be.
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life
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