Yeah I'm serious, they want civilians, they killing niggas for all these perpendicular images The blood's venomous, I promise they won't remember this I think I lost my call I can't see straight, I'm *** Where I go is bunk, with a dark gray boy, no spunk, these boys never talk for real I'm racing, *** that band, they too complacent Punk rap ***, dummy on the stages You ain't a ***, it's a basic Put that wack *** on a pavement Now they're like, where's ***? *** that nigga, he's crazy On and on, but I can't even face me I think about you a lot Too much I lose a lot I'm cruising on I think a lot I think about you a lot Too much I do too much I should be moving on
