I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem
Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up
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