Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat
Im pretty sure you always break the bat
Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow
Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow
Like baseball this is the 5th inning
I cannot believe you think you young and tripping
Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give
Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness
The jager in my cup is licorice black
I swing at you with a golden bat
Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't
Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold
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