And i'm still hurtin over pops
But i guess pros outweighed the cons
I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes
You got me fuming, i'm propane, profane, prolifically grow others to pros,
Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal
That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,
Flows chose, dispose the so called pros
Ain't no women at the shows
I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work
The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,
When its actually just a social occasion
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops
Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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