Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why
Im sorry, i know you hate when im high
I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip
I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
And when that 16th minute comes then i won't hate myself
I hope you read this letter, even though you hate me now,
Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow
I hate you queers and some drags
Living out of bags
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit
I hate that i feel bad when u dont reply
Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die
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