And kill yourself and your clique
If he does my soul to keep
And a fridge and some broccoli
Fuck fame, fuck money
And like to boast and brag
Ha my mojo back
Or something that you paid for
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
And get caught, in the moment
Social conditioning and
But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
But nah, he is quite different
And remember what i said and
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