Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store
Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for
If they could cut out all the busting
This is for the kids who grew up with nothing
There's nothing man made than can make it just you
You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
If there was no knives for killing, i could relate
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,
And please never disrespect my set
Planned nothing for the week ahead
Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown
Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
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