| I say the world ain’t safe for me to live in
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| Im only sixteen so this shit just the beginning
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| I should be in the world trying to find a fine tuition
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| Instead of running around Following intuition
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| While others mention
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| Nehru name cause the kid grew fame
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| Planting the seed and grew a tree so when he blew through lanes
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| Lames would look saying he took and threw it off the top floor
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| Now whores want more of my balls and bronsons
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| While thongs are flying at a nigga from a distance
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| This hipster kid is thinking about how to diss this
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| Master a sentence is my commission
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| Gets larger and the starters are ready to throw big fits
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| It’s misfit, we get shit around Christmas
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| His wishlist is much more than what saint nick dished
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| But get this
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| He always showed his mom a smile
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| Cause she was up for awhile wrapping presents for her child
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| Meanwhile in his head hes thinking about the bread
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| And trying to get ahead
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| While others searching for heads
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| Never selling them meds
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| Im making tracks instead
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| Most shooting the leads
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| Not knowing they could of lead
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| They’re community
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| To unity
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| They’d rather cut like truancy
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| He using me to get yourself know
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| But this ain’t new to me
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| In my eulogy they’ll be songs about how they used to be
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| Before I killed them Musically
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| My talents leaving gruesome scenes
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| In my eulogy they’ll be songs about how they used to be
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| Before I killed them Musically
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| Leaving gruesome seams |