Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out
Or know what its about
Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
After your hoes leave the jets' hangout
Grow your beard out, just weird out
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