Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Oh lord please up in heaven i'm down for whatever.
Highest form of affection, physical connection
Lord forgive me for my sins i'm just tryna win
But he don't rule a thing
Please forgive me i'm trying
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
And my grandmother dying
Please forgive me i'm trying
Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big
Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick
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