Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.
Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing
That's why you'll find her on the floor
Why they begging for some more
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
The more wealth the more tore felt.
No more money, no more fame
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore
My surrounding always expecting for more
You could give a fuck more
Army stance, ready for war
I killed more time, more crack to sell
Breakdancing to melle mel
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