Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high
Never gonna change till the day i die
So i begin to fight and fight
And you're, approaching me right
I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high
Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die
Thought i was gonna die till i got this brand new prescription,
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
Producing tracks from the mental till i die
K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly
Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die
Hide or fight, shy, cry and die. bye bye, i try not to lie.
‘till i die of exhaustion, and all your memory, it fades,
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
And every time i rise up they treat you, need you crucified,
The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
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