10th grade, eyes red as shit
Your lucky not a casket
Your a horse without a saddle
As i light one for ill will
Chasing them checks, nike work
Your in a pile of dirt
Through a tube down your neck!
Probably die getting some head
That’s only if they handle
Your a show without a channel
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash
You gotta make sure you aim right
Your body with a spike
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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