Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Life is rough but i had enough stop acting like you tough
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
But you know the beef is on when i grab your heart and squeeze it strong
Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
//i will redo it another day, just tried to show the flow for the cypher
February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn
Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm
Acting like they paved the way, saved the day, i came to say,
And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay
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