It's a battlejust for tha big money
He was my cousin and he was there for me
I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl
Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
Just expose my own fucking membranes
I said pay me it’s nothing
Dry land , but its my fucking
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Of what yal think i'm about, if my cousin was never thrown in prison
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin
Cold world no blanket son
He tried to kill my cousin
Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live
Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,
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