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• Written by murdamike14
aight pull up to scene take you home anything to help let me tell you you aint like these other girls
I grab a mic to let the city hear, feel free to cut me, but i'mma hit those words cause if i dont you say u wanna lose your life
To lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?you all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homesgets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone in the streets did the only thing i could do to make money sell some rocks
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murdamike14
Member since July 18 2015