The heartz of men
Sure he died in 96 n
Become the greatest rapper since pac died
I heard that statistic i almost cried
She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday
Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...
In fact 20 minutes before she died she said i love you babe.
Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid
The old me's gone he already died
Ain't that how black's do it, right
You ain't even call me on my birthday
I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
Sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survived
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