Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul
Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
Tatted my moms on my back for ambition
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,
Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
So im calling your bluff
The game of love
And i'm still hurtin over pops
Still living home with ya moms/
Not too many options when you coming from the projects
Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests
Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror
Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder
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