C’mon and let’s chill baby
Side em on blister free
Like a fuckin pussy, runs away from a lecture
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,
Together all the timethought it was true love
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy
...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high
He rises runs the game while his cleats pry
He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
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