They judge you for your life style while they drink away their problems at the bar
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,
I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Talking bout they suicidal thoughts
Intendent attend them, cool cause
Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand
There are so many problems in my life that i gotta get past
Because the fact is, i have my own life, and my own problems,
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile
I see that i've got problems in my own life, in my grown ass style.
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