A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through
So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you
If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin
Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin
You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Or getting a little rep to my name
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying
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