Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch
Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep
When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat
Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,
The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed
My family is my heart, with them i beat
I just might throw a big amount
I could beat you with my wrists bound
And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Hear a beat and i start to drool, spitting nasty, i lose my cool
Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school
Callin' all cars, there's another man down
Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown
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