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Thinking why me

This Cali blunt

Got me Chinese

I hear the voices

They talking behind me

Never look back

Unless it's at my Heiny

Way back then

When I never had back bone

Violated in school

And go back home

Till I got me a shavers

And trap phone

Hit in his cheek

Like a ting

Got her back blown

Hashtag

That time

Anywhere

Any gun

I get gassed

Like a kid

I ain't 21

And if he said he's on route

Then he better come

I ain't giving out trust

To an anyone

I don't give a

S h I t

I aint running you down for shit when

Im the shit

I want the gwolla

So I take the risk

And I knew it was fake

When he changed for the figs

2nd

I'm tuff

You tuff

He tuff

We tuff

I'm rough

He rough

I'm lit

I get gassed like a groupie bitch

When the mandem

Tell me

A boy got hit

Wouldn't say im on job

But

I'm sliding for bros sake

No

I don't want a piece

Want the whole cake

Hit in your mouth

With the brush

It ain't Colgate

When I ain't comfy

Go back to my old ways

I could talk on a million things

I could have me a million tings

If I wanted to

I ain't down to make friends

When in solitude

Gave you them niggas

They still never wanted you

I got the aura

The face and the swagga

Was it 5

Nah it coulda been jagga

Broke up with my ex

Cause the guy was a blagga

I need millions b

I need me some lagga

Oh shit I mean

Lacag

Working for things that I never did

Ha ave

He got the thingy

On clutch

In his ba ag

Move left

Then you might get sta abbed

Everyone hates me

I don't know what for

Got this ting complaining

Bout his lock jaw

When I get lit with the guys

Know we pop doors

Or we go with O

With some readies

And cop more

14 when I first chilled in the bando

15 years when the boy got hit

16 years when I said that I'm odd

And im still repping ODD

Like it's blue

On a crip

I don't want top

If it ain't by a nigga

Who's really about it don't give me the ick

Spinning the block

Like a pedo for kids

Told her come out her yard

And she wasn't on piss

It is what it is

Fuck what it was

Fuck

What it could be

And fuck it because

Even when you stay the realist to niggas

They'll turn on you

Like you just beat on a dog

Beating her face like I'm working in Mac

I pray to God

Save me from the attacks

Yeah I'm mixed with a lot of

But my skin colours black

Tell bro pass me the lighter

And riz

Imma strap

That

Strap this

He got wet

Not Baptist

I can show you where the cats live

Zando homie

Been a tapped kid

Anything

Anywhere

Anyone

Anytime

Any gun

Any drug

Any spot

Any crime

Even if you hit me up

And I can't get there every time

I can always

Pattern it

How I go dumb on every rhyme

P R I N C E

Double S

Me

Don't envy

Don't come and stress me

I'm with the mandem

And they respect me

I can get

Why they envy Tee

Zandos

Artist

Zandos diligent

1 out of 1

Now he saying

Im different

Lurk in the night

So you gotta be visualant

Back again now

And it's brilliant