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Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite hole
Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough
If I survive, then I'll strive to hit with the flow
Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow
And I'm conflicted with no digits to show
But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole
The temperature's low
But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga from slidin'
Like the tires on the whip in the snow
This is for sure, I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'
Piss poor with intentions to glimpse
The wrist glowin', face tints from Rick Owen
Fist clenched when niggas diss, but since knowin'
Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher than the vocal range inside
But rise vocal chain, uh
My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes
And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain
I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain
Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain
Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games
Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games (ayo)
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
(You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?)
(You want some gangsta's front yo' motherfuckin' house?)
(We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off)
(We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off, yeah)
(You wanna-)
Here go a song to get some shit off of my sternum
This nigga back home been talkin' slick, and I done heard him
You get your name goin', niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on
You make you some coins, niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em
He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school
Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him