Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
Shit i wonder if i can.
I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
Man i hustle, i hustle.
As i light one for ill will
I guess i aint a soldier
Girl, what you grabbing cash for
Cause when i make this stew
See i thought i knew you,
You chris, i rock
I though i was red hot
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
I know that i should forget
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