Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Now he's starting to think the screws in my head aren't lose but missing
Came from fucking nothing, smoking l's with my cousin
It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done
Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this
Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,
Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good
Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did
I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl
Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
The shit that you're spittin's diminished, and now missing like my virginity
Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth
I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth
He been waiting for his connection to come
You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum
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