She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill
An adrenaline junkie amazed by my skill
It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked
You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust
On my mama nigga, i be gone for months
Grow the fuck up you immature parents
My parents keep telling me
Oops, i'm so sorry
Make your parents change the radio station
And just looked at the whole situation
And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love
All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents
Parents treat me like a baby
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Less shitty whites bragging how there parents
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