Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n
Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living
A young kid in it, enjoying life’s what he’s missing
I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out
And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate
He was too young at 31, that wasn't his fate
Lifes he stole left young but feeling old
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery
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