iight i got ur message.... iihgt heres my 6 lines u requested

u really cant compare to me kids cuz all embarras and taunted u almost like teh kid form mallibu most wanted//

ppl cant see wit me wit my rymes,so clean at times u need almost the whole team to judge me//

cuz with me im like that lil kid doin random shit thats y they call me young_one but u say i am a young gun well that sounds fun when i pull my gat n pull the trigger just to show u whoes the real nigga//

when u see me u couldnt belive that u saw urs truly me but when u hit the cuts ull just found out a *blow* shot to ur head but instead ur *wifee* is dead too but how can u deal wit this//

u should of stayed home kid cuz ppl be sayin out in the streets u give that rogo dome just to do it for fun unless they threated u to make ur head gone//

another lesson kid is to knock u out like mike tice to make things eaiser ill just ice u n u say my name even thou its not mine *jesus crist*.. o help u god to be free with this gun n just be sent free n gone to heaven ... no, now u know imma kid from that 707 bay area no one will miss u son cuz ur done now u know who it is its just me young_one

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