Then mourn the childs death as a tragedy years later when his face is reworked at a bar
With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star
Eight years old i cant believe when i think back
Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack
Never felt sadness cause at 3 years old i devoured a planet
Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket
Probably caught on when a 6 years-old stabs someone in the dick
Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
As an old school, shinobi, bitch you're gonna, know me
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