Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins
I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,
Lovin how i got you niggas crazy
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die
No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed
I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique
So i went out, sold that crack
Naked woman rub my back
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