I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living
Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring
A boy in his prime trying to leave his mark in this world
I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Im carving a cavity callously in mcs that manfully stand to me-with peace n love
And really don't matter unless y'all coming with
With love devine im saved, now all i have to do is
Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back
The young white boy with weed in his backpack
Boy meets world and in this story the world is topanga just call me corry
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
I'm in love with taty, yes
I just play my part make moves like chess
I function with you and you flaunt your pistol
Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile
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