And teach then not to meet people like u
I really love my miami crew
See people to be leaving the cold medina
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive
Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five
Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
Ass shots in her seven jeans
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people
And all the stuff that you went through
He ain't give a fuck about you
And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough
Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff
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