Living young and wild and free
Look, i'm still talking to you baby
I know you like my style
When it comes to spitting that fire
Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile
Finally finna find a child's style
Run for cover and return fire
They just hated my style,
They just hated my style,
Through the barbed wire
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/
In life nothings comes free
Wanna see you work your body
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