Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun
To worry about me and my bro steven
All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit
I ain't being dramatic these feelings are automatic you don't know until you go at it
Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat
How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
I hate being in court, looking at the attorney
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Fell asleep in first class
Cause i ‘ma smack your trash
There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the
But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit
And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,
To heaven's door -- shed so many tears
Pure trash infused with such elegance,
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