Fresh out the airport
All i know is i got bored
If you're not happy well then let me hear your voice
Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys
You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford
Oh, when you talk, everybody’s getting bored/
Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive
Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Not gonna lie we're not happy family
Life has been lost whether i like it or not
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life
Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
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