Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse
Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old
People followed but still looked down on age,
Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range
It ain't hard to make money
At the age of fuckin three
I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene
I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean
That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then
My childhood was fucked from the age of ten
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
And im consumed with the abilities of old age
I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge
'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,
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