And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens
And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions
Over me the same peeps that have died
A little on the dissolved side
The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Little elliot rhymes for the hell of it
Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet
Translation cause my life is too sweet
Helpin’ little old ladies across the street
But five years from now i bet she see
The simplest little thing maddens me
Its me madi the little white bitch
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
Why are the little kids having little kids
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