that's on you not on me.whats yo Tru religion Do you a wanna be gang gang gang what's the statistic when you in truma i.c.u bang bang not with my locs on.you provoke me wrong.lights out, steve, dont wonder color me bad say my name say my name wach me give it to ya.truma pain it's competitive how we living it's hard to maintain when mamas crying kids suffering babe mama listening to exsape you called her a bitch let yo flowes be the cause or the reject week in the needs playing to ends.iam beating it up maxing out the middle.its a bird it's a plain.wach it it's snakes on it one hit of this shit will leave you deranged laid out wach out I get around ain't nobody tripping when ya broke and played out.stay stiff like the cliff.dont tap out. hold on to ya gruge drop him in a hold crabs pulling you back in.blood ain't close to ken.them be the ones that cross you out in the end.bring up ya past leaning to there on understanding burning slow how long will they moan.befor they forget about ya, bro.love, don't love no moe.its a dime, not a crime it's not a crime to drop a dime.its hard work keeping it real when you fake as fuck working with one time iam on 24 military minded.idk wach were you stepping I d minds all over the place how you living livivida loca rolling his hold click up in a perfecto.reco rerolled buck him dano Black and white go together like the notes you see the keys on the piano take note.here I go again death is my ken.whats after life let me take you there.they say iam crazy bitch I mite be but not a dam fool when money make ya it will breack ya.