Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
Live off my lie and my lullaby
Kids growing up to be little pricks
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
That's the capital of ghana for you idiots
Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids
Or getting a little rep to my name
Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne
Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.
I did a little stint, shout out to the south east
If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
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