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Yea your so hard with the gangster persona
Saying you've got guns but afraid to hold them
Paid them vultures to do the work for you
I'm just gonna relax till you slip like oil
Gats illegally required with no tax where's the facts
I'm inspired but in reality And on wax there's nothin
Im straight fired up on the track but no guns im dumping
Young or something more like in the midst of it
So ridiculous it's freshman to next working man
And they don't know how to act so they pack the heaters
Can barely speak English to their fire I'm the extinguisher
I got fists nonfiction that'll fraction a rational crew
I'd never let the bullets fly at you
Your butterfly food nectar sweet best believe
If you got a gat its a tech with bbs
If it's a real gun then fuck it they're some savages
I ain't messing with them till they go to jail
I ain't tattling or throwing bail they should have known themselves
I'd rather smoke an ounce in a parking lot area
Thinking life is always good yet its much scarier
Especially if relentless goons are trying to bury ya
I think I'm about to just bury myself give them some help
As they toss a fake plastic gun case on a shelf
I'm gassed like shell smoking diesel out Ls
Hells open for these fraudulent young males
I'm about to high tail it life's complicated without jail
No real job so maybe I should do a robbery
Are these people an enemy or a deep twisted part of me