Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
That if they wanted a guy with good wood
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
Chopping my style down like spruce wood
Aye, hold your head homie, look
In life nothings comes free
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
While i'm making history
Side em on blister free
Take advice keep it clean don't complain
Hold it down like lean and wood grain
...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?
As i seenobody cares about my history
Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites
They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines
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