No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Never can i straight face
Aww lost in my past ways
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.
Where the wave, show me the ways,
Lookin' at me, now they know my face
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
I'm just trying to learn better ways
Got fixation for that home simpson phrase
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