You mental state deteriorates n,
I came through with diseased semen on my pen
I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here
I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal
Fuck that job been around that block
Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block
Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god
Tried perfecting my letters n
My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen
Pretending to be awake 'n
Top ranked, number one my son
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