And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids
Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street
Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep
Come to my street and try to handle this heat
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game
Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat
Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat
Began my life out on then street
When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.
Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy
Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy
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