Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Hand to hand in the cold
The truth shall be told
But every other part of you make me wanna depart and
Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand
A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light
Nah me and rap go hand in hand like jeckel and hyde,
You in graver danger when my hand is on the lever
They call me conscious, and i think i'm better
My decline in life is something most tragic
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand
There is more in to life
You make a nigga sing songs nice
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