Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Lifes he stole left young but feeling old
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old
You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is
Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this
Begging not to be on my hit list
My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest
But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art
10-year-old seeing his mother die is ripping my heart apart.
Out there on my bumper like a city cop
Pleading and begging for me to stop.
Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold
May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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