Forget the idiot killing and battle with me
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
I'm ring winnin, my jeans different
Louis prada thats how i stunt
Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping
Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being
When they here today what you say to them
We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
A childhood being depressed,
Played like a fucking game and always being talked about. so if you hatin shut
Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
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