That shit was wack as fuck
Lights coming up, night coming up,
Ink, feather, and paper cuts
Where you welcome to problems
Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try
In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die
The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite
Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride
I think im better than kid ink
The former, position of a pimp
My ink pen so racist,
She leave her hair in the sink
I'll never call you bitch again
Because i ran out of ink in my pen
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up
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