I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it
I told him get his 9 and run
I keep it trill like mister hudson.
Will somebody please show me how
And i know it doesn't seem like it now
Like a butcher i like to cut it up,
Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck
The third one is mixed, white and black
I was ten and it sounded like crap
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
I felt like it all happened like it was fate, but than i thought it aint that great,
Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective
I wanna investigate it like a detective,
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