Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
This is my thesis my minds a puzzle and i'm losing the pieces,
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,
A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year
Cause my mother let me do what i want
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience
A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
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