For people to die, because no money is sent?
Why would i worry? i am forever blessed
On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them
Before you're sent to where you came from
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
I just wish it never happened, so i don't get sent
I sent that shit like a letter,
Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
So my armor, can strengthen
Sent here straight from heaven
Sent to a shrink, didnt do shit,
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
This was sent to me for a reason
You was hot for a season
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