Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters with ubsurded things like I was 13 when he burst on the scene that eventually hurt Keem got a tool, when he stole from dad thought it'd be cool to play show and tell so he took it to school he in class with it, stylin for mad bitches nickle bag lifted, its sad cuz he mad gifted but that buiscut will only lead to bad business moms on dope, dads just ridiculous that leaves a menace, wantin to be king but they one in the same both runnin from pain but the laughter it fell from his face when it fell from his waist and hit Ramell by mistake tried as an adult, facin a long bid but the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives
Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth could be sickly if ya fend for yaself in city like nitty who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife he knew her death would come soon bein real how much drugs could she consume even hid guns in his sons room but they dont know its a secret believe it he dont want them to get hit the way that he did house raided, drove by the house sprayed it ran in stole his stash, spouse naked its real here, he thankful that he still here caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair old hustla's cant escape old madness get the same results dealin with old habits which makes nitty a lifetime sufferer who thinks it'll be ight since he lives with his very best customer
Yo, his spited vengence, moreso extensive revenge is best served cold but its expensive near steps, to revenge is near death he disappears stressed reappears witha tech you kill his dog, he gone kill your cat hispops killed his mother so he killed his dad in his head he like god damnit he crept over with the same gun his pop planted that he slept over raised as a killa from an age thats a thrilla age with no filta and that rage is familiar now faith has him sleepin over that guy responsible for that black patch over his eye pillow over al's face he leaned over and cried he sighed and said your parents wont know that you died death penalty, no annesty just insanity clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family
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Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth could be sickly if ya fend for yaself in city like nitty who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife he knew her death would come soon bein real how much drugs could she consume even hid guns in his sons room but they dont know its a secret believe it he dont want them to get hit the way that he did house raided, drove by the house sprayed it ran in stole his stash, spouse naked its real here, he thankful that he still here caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair old hustla's cant escape old madness get the same results dealin with old habits which makes nitty a lifetime sufferer who thinks it'll be ight since he lives with his very best customer
Yo, his spited vengence, moreso extensive revenge is best served cold but its expensive near steps, to revenge is near death he disappears stressed reappears witha tech you kill his dog, he gone kill your cat hispops killed his mother so he killed his dad in his head he like god damnit he crept over with the same gun his pop planted that he slept over raised as a killa from an age thats a thrilla age with no filta and that rage is familiar now faith has him sleepin over that guy responsible for that black patch over his eye pillow over al's face he leaned over and cried he sighed and said your parents wont know that you died death penalty, no annesty just insanity clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family
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