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just a keystyle relieving stress
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when ever the beef is on pussy niccas run for cover
not knowin bullets slide through metal like butter cuz in my hood if i dun know you we gotta problem papi and i dunno know about you but i like to solve em papi either its you leaving or a meeting with the shotti it really dun even matter cuz the feds aint gonna stop me i grew up around drug dealers and coke fiends that put guns in my hand the day i turned 13 moms was scared for me tryed to send me off to the suburbs then i started fuckin white bitches and sellin my rubbers till this one regret bitch told me she was gonna be a mother then she got her brothers wantin till kill none other so i handled my business sad to say had to abort it and to tell the truth we wasnt ready i couldnt afford it but till this day i hope my unborn child knows i adore it and it hurts so bad i got no place to store it thats why i sleep with random girls and fuck with random niccas i dun pull it out unless im cockin back and let go with the trigga cuz this world is real crazy sometimes i think it hates me cuz my life has been fucked up so much i think god tries to rape me and then they wanna point the finger at a nicca that feels like hes lost in the world i didnt have a set future i was tossed in this world expected to be nuttin but a statistic cuz they made my mind conflicted encrypted in my life is a number or razors to slit my wrist with |
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