These cops trippin' now they want me dead
Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet
Now hey little mama
Dead , shot etc
One day a bed
Your raps are so brain dead
Believe me, i'm beyond dead
She don’t give her nigga head
We can talk things over a little a while
I was the parent now, helped him up and made him smile,
I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate
All you niggas dead , dead fake
Wasnt worth always feeling dead.
If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
If you ever feel alone and
I'd raise the infant, like a parent,
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