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I'm willing to die for this shit
I'm ready to flip it and end up in
Prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money
I'd probably be robbing and shit
Don't know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder's my hobby,
Inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go
To church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do
My dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit
Bitch, I'm a savage I spit at you
Bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping,
I'm just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a
Lieutenant, goddammit, you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain't going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans,
Bought me a jeep, cause I wasn't riding as much
My bank account looking weak,
Don't look at me, I ain't got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese,
I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe start crying or som'
I might just hit up the Smith's,
Throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was coming up,
I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don't really wanna knuckle up,
I hit 'em with the uppercut,
I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft when I'm flying past,
I'm an alien sailin' and if you look up in the sky
Blow your mind back,
Put your eyes back to your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
And you gon' sit down, repent
I was raised in the sewer; me and the