The ice ain't really nothing to her
Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper
And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child
"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind
Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child
I’m crimson color painted
Thats what child support did,
Fine young man with an old man mind
And i'm still considered a child
All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child
I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind
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