Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel
Your rhythms just don't seem practical and ill tell
Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there
Just remember that i'll always care
I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men
So i can smoke again, my parents tell me it's a sin, but i just ignore them
And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started
We no longer close or nothing
Tell them niggas we coming
Tell them i finally confessed my sins when it was time for me to die
True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try
Lets be honest ill tell ya the truth
So cool, my bitch got no shoes
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