Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five
Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies
And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,
Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep
From the back seat, back seat
I pray the lord my guns to keep
But this goes so deep, -real deep-
He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord
That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
I know its showing i suffer paper cuts but it isn't enough
Cools cuts, make his meat real lean
My chick riding shotgun, billie jean
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