Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose
I didn't choose this life it was destiny
Just to go to liv on a sunday
That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,
Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth
And for those who choose to abuse
My time with their half-witted reviews
And if i'm down with this banging shit
Should you choose to accept it
Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
Battle is started,i have no choose
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