And their mothers and fathers
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
And stop playing hide and seek,
And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat
Living young and wild and free
But am i less holy
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front
Not hungry for my poetry
And all the fruits agree
I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
Good kids make bad grown ups
Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits
But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules
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