Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways
Life's a maze, gotta get through ways within few days
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,
I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,
Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out
Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase
Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...
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