That i got feelings for her but i know she doesn't
You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
A whore is someone who want money for sex
Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith
Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.
And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt
The club underwater, have em running out the front
But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck
If you were try'n to find someone to rap,i dont give a fuck
And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck
Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but
Go fuck up someone elses had
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/
Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick
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