Cuff tough fuss of love in this chapter, live happy ever after.
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,
Just another day out in beverly hills
Dont love, just hate on me
But i think i like that, just maybe
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
But her mother recovered, and they could be happy still
This love and hate are my arsenal,
No one notice your struggle
But if i lose you now i'll replace love with hate
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape
Cause it's full of love and can teach hate
The people in this world they don't love they hate
Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date
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