Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Michael i love you with everything that i have left in me,
I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man
There are people in better positions than i am
Sometimes i wonder, am i off?, am i involved in
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad
Music my life what i turn to in time i am fraught,
Still in school and i know i am doing fine
Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone
Cause i am in a better place, i'm home where i belong.
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