Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy
And all the shit you went through
Apparently so whats up with you
I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
Im the opposite to robin hood, i break every school rule, all i care bout is you,
And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
But if i catch back up with you, i'l crack the backs off all of you
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
When i bring you immersion, i never really do break em
And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them
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