Came back from parents evening, got my grades
Now they mention my nigga with all the greats
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
I turn around and its freddy kruger from elm street
What do i really need
Began my life out on then street
I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead
I came from underneath the dirt, eatin worms,
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.
We about to set this bitch on fire
My father came up from nothing won't take the shit from granted
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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