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I always say family come first but
I caused some hurt, mama dont wanna converse
Smokin herb, live and learn, sleepin under money trees
but our life far from superve
Skippin work, just to steal shit from her purse
Never know when the day will come that they pull up in that hearse
Think about it in a different way
shit aint a game, i throw apologies but chu dont hear a word i say
So im like fuck it
I need to change the way i act
theres just something bout this life and the concept of rap
and thats a fact, take a sip to that
Forget bout cha problems just put them on the back burner
Play it back...time to hit the sack
All this dank in my bowl makin it hard to interact
pushers knew me by name, and my parents overreact
sayin you gunna lose it all, and fall off track
Sayin; maybe if youd graduate, spend alil less time when ya masterbate
Sit at home smoking skunk till ya fly away
Iv got problems lined up a mile away
True statement,
On my grind, gettin bacon
Smokin down where its vacant
and iv been dreaming my whole life so tell me whats at stake
an youve been playin all these bitches
Fucking all these hoes
Who got time to keep a line up when every thorns on a rose
Keep em fallin down like domino's
Makin money, gettin high, that comatose

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Brianna
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