Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy
I was born bad.they always told me to go rehab.i am a bad boy.
Before i knock your ass right out boy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,
Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
Still feeling cocky like your peeling me away slowly as if i was unholy,
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Bitch i am not your friend nor you wife
I need a backyard full court size
They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door
Sadistic boy be realistic i hope these lyrics get under your
Thought we’d be together ’till the end
I'll never be your best friend
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
So 3 weeks later, after school i was looking for my supposedly best friend
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