Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down
Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that
It's wicked how the news is bended and twisted,
Your hairstyle is bad, and i hate it
No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit
Lucky seven probably poppa
Is smoking dro too for some melo-drama
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
Your bad is what is alleged
I ask him how the bad bitches
Cuz ignorance is bliss
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Smoking weed and listening to rap
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