To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight
We hang at school and chat every night
Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,
Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer
I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home
Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!
She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out
Got these fake g's lookin at me dumbfound
Even poor people can use me in every school!
I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool
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