84 kid nice was on my own since they cut the chord when i was born, to divorce and scorn ever since that happened, i was daily didn't understand but i'm happy instead of being cool, my family kept on cool out shit 12 a nigga was my father died, the pain is look in the man, i see real touch my reflection, feels i feel the letter is stamped and sealed intoxicated, spill for and i never seen a gang making deals for deals cover my and witness why there's the time in the and the time to die
i ain't trying to upset i'm trying to be me
everywhere i go man, like "he's still rapping? that's right man, you still gun clapping? i'm on to bigger positive trying to live out a i'm the mvp, at my ring what know about the street games, you're just em up. not trying to make a come-up going to sleep at praying to god wishing that you had that bad bitch in arm i'm that kid tryna make happen up in the club, watching gangstas and i'm that kid that be steady in the booth throw out my and that's a hot 97 proof and you don't wanna me, fuck are y'all on? i go to the next dude that wanna put me on and that's real, cause i'm me the k-i-d, not trying to the next og
relax ? ? more me and me, less in the pool of magical ones, i not swim not on the hottest day or the warmest i'm free like a bird nigga, i take flight plain nigga, the one hoes like even if i had jewels that dim light off they would never look, rather a book know i'm semi-wrong, got 'em now they know scott, and know i plot don't trust hoes, they just not i abuse it, baby i love music, not really ain't no question, just at confessions, never false real recognize deception and lies so, keep it music, baby it going steady it won't be long, my niggas, till everybody