I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
There is a huge loud noise distracting me to say my words
Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards
On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.
I ain't trynna be forward
I feel like it's you i hurt
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