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I ain't a killer but don't force me
Skeletons in my closet the house haunted
Ran off on a plug left his ass with a shortage
Hood baby drinking water from the hose pipes and faucets
Badass child
Crack in my mouth still trying to crack a smile
If I crashout, traffic backed up for miles
Hold my watch up you see it flashing from the back of the Crown
Niggas (rah, rah) then ran with the crowd
I'm catching up to all y'all who ran off with my style
A lot of niggas talk shit but they'll never be in it
You could get smoked over a stack you know we send it
Better check that whole background before your knee bending
That bitch regular like weed with seeds in it
All this water on my neck I'm getting sea sickness
Die young live fast get a speeding ticket
Prayin' every night hope my soul get to heaven
Lord knows I can't snitch I don't go to church for confessions
On a Sunday
One day I'll probably learn my lesson
Till then I'm living Young Wild N' Reckless
Prayin' every night that my soul go to heaven
Lord knows I can't snitch I don't go to church for confessions
On a Sunday
One day I'll probably learn my lesson
Till then I'm living Young Wild N' Reckless
Might as well be left handed I can't do nothin right
I'll leave a bitch stranded if she ain't fuckin tonight
My dawg lost his life but he put up a good fight
I don't fuck with your type all you do is type
We ain't at the end of life bitch I'm out that 9th ward
Screws missing, I need Home Depot and the psych ward
How they try to take me off songs I'm writing for 'em
My life's so domestic right now I'm fighting karma
It's a life warmer for niggas who like drama
Them 5.56's put a chink in any knights armor
You ain't got a chopper on you can't hang around
Niggas will slide on you and swing on you it's a playground
Prayin' every night my soul go to heaven
Lord knows I can't snitch I don't go to church for confessions