Surrounded by negativity and the things i felt.
I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Bit by bit showing my colors
Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked
And wonder why things are so difficult
The deepest of your feelings
Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/
We never tattle, let god handle that
When i am mad, and things look bad/
You u can go back home and erase all the things
My city's culture to the game now in existence
They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked
And wonder why things are so difficult
Oldest nation on this earth
Threes two different colors
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