Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand
This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt
Michael i love you with everything that i have left in me,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
But its ok, incentive is to see you lose with hate
I hate the emotion that people describe as love, it fucks with your mind,
I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child
Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager
Jumping in too quick with lines weaker than someone who ingested ether.
You in love with christine
Bitches pursue me like a dream
You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick
Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick
Mama always told me i’d be famous
Conceived in hate yet taught to love
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