Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,
Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised
I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead
It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed
Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
And now we high
You are going to die
I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge
But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge
So y'all niggas can fly
Now its your turn to die
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