But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track
Im gonna kill again next time, with my another rap.
Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students
But i'm afraid to kill them with my stunts
With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect
Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Why, just don't kill me with my 9 millimeter
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills
I just embrace it and take it in within my essence
Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun
And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven
Just another day out in beverly hills
So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills
I made it myself
Some thing i keep to my self
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