But everybody is a g with the weed in them
Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum
But lil yah-yah was stubborn, yo he did not listen,
Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music
At age eight, it wasn't hate that filled yah, it was yah uncle's dick,
Got the seven on me like vick jersey
I remember,yah, it was saturday
I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs
Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force
They infiltrate our homes, africa
Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,
Before we see it's hard to live
Talkin bout that trill life
Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,
Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...
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