Living young and wild and free
But five years from now i bet she see
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Big homie hov said i am close
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,
And their mothers and fathers
Oldest nation on this earth
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
And inhospitable,
Shout out them strippers who hustle
And like to boast and brag
I'm about to snap
What the fuck happened to rap when
And get it again and again
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