You just working with the scraps you was given
Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!
He's paralyzed its no suprise his heartbeat is so low he's not gon' survive, his will is priced
Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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