Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change
All i hand is, losses i ain't even give bandages, the fucks in a rampage
If they find that stash box just one time
In my hand theres a nine
Bullets in ya hand bitch
I created this image
Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast
When they give the grammy in my hand.
Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
I just shake dice
There is more in to life
With a blunt in there hand,
Got racks you don’t understand
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