Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk
Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad
Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep
So i go hard to the fucking beat
The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same
I've always wanted freedom so free i became
She was the first chick who i wanted to be with more than just be fucking
Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something
I just called your bluff this is so fucking rough
Let's roll a j and pretend we in love
So please,please come back to me, cuz' we families needed u badly.
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
When i kick your ass don't ask why i just wanted to rhyme
Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time
Even if i wanted to
Mama ain't raise no fool, true
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