Good kids make bad grown ups
But with the thug life comes
In life nothings comes free
Could i make you my baby
I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit
Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it
A plate full of death with a side of fluoride
And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight
And in akron, my niggas they would throw things
They know that they get unfair trials for a sentence,
Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time
I got those haters facin death they ass lookin for a life line
And make em fatal hostages with a fated sentence then to present them
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Till the sentence is a essence,
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