It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Knowing that my parents do not care
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
Laying there, not knowing that i was near dead.
And that's not what was said
Sunroof flow so over your head
Words not knowing a word you said. let bygones be bygones, have alotta hate
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
About what they're not making
I'm on fire, whole hood blazing
Of opponents, witness what i'm showing
Which i will then proceed to eat, not knowing
Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'
See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him
Not knowing he needed medicine
I don't care what it did to them
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