Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
My salute to you i raise the middle
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
They had my back everyday it got crazy
Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts
And even though my life fucking sucks, it's crazy, it swirls,
A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball
It kind of feels like middle school again when they call
Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
You see the way i move, i am in another gear
When 2013 passed along in my first middle school year
Just to hear real music i went back to middle school
I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool
My friends were off at school
That's the sound of my tool
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