Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
This nation's peace sent here to run you
Me an my boys we the triple six crew
Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable
I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable
Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
She never ready to go so she forever come
To worry about me and my bro steven
Got home, then me and bro at uncles throat
Hi my name is bob and i work at my job
Lookin at my boys like
He got hit up that same night
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