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I've been going through some shit These trippy pointers on my wrist Can't stop the pain way from drip Two weeks, three 'bows, them got hit Woke up, my index was itching Play the corner store with my grip Felt the Earth turn in the strip Face on sherbet and me stink Stay in the stu' with the trappers and thugs Canada Goose, use to juug in the mud Loving the Glock, I had no one to hug I was in love with selling the drugs Run in, now get me a buzz None of my teachers ain't know who I was Sleep around killers who rich out the butt Take all my jewelry and give it to cuz' 'Cause hе the real star and he'll shoot up a club This nigga a fraud and hе is not one of us Still never found him a bitch he could trust Scars on my back, but I did it for us From Letras Mania