I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started
I wish i could have 25 wives
Of a high school kid and his real times
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks
Id die for this track fuck it why not governments corrupt i need to take a couple shots
I ain't done yet still spitting a track
Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town
The school kid in a cruel trip that's a fallacy
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
I could be a normal kid, lookin' at colleges,
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
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