Asking little kids if they can
Yeah, the kid in this thang
And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully
I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding
Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying
So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich
Ain't nobody checking for your garbage
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms
Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,
I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from
Little kids are at a loss
Huh, a metaphor of course
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