She gon have a baby then flee from her education
I swear i could kill him but i know im better than him
Ironic as it sounds either way i do not give a fuck
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion
Im livin yet still more dead than him
Starvin artist i still got more bread than him
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
And i stand as a motive for my friends
He's known as amit, i call him mr. do or die
I told her all about how we been living a lie
Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies
Sceptical about friends more than my enemies
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