Lyrics:
at just the right time
Sneak up with a lethal injection and put him down like they did to my dog
I'm talkin' euthanasia (euthanasia), like kids in Taiwan
I'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
gon' die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid
I don't forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig
Hollow tip
you'll always be the small things to me
Take my hand and I'll take you to the rock show
I am unashamed that pop punk made me into
The kid I am today
Lets
We stay doing that fly shit, you gettin high just to get by
The bitches going up with us, they get around y'all n start acting shy
I beat it up, she
poised trying to venture Into the minds of the bold
Kids continue to live and learn to die With no soul
Disregarded by the men of Heartless and cold
punk kids
Living everywhere
Made it to the dry southwest
I could sell it there
Living life on instagram
""I'm the pretty one""
Think its worth it?
What
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
Ran all them bases you can tell them soledaddy home
Still that ghetto kid pulling bitchez from the suburbs
Never do I listen they be saying I'm hella
Friday to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her
FACECZAR, CZARFACE
This that third world shit
Far from the norm
Always where the action is
Monumental (CZARFACE)
Yo
G by nature, cop a new V
at you now
And the kids in the parks start lookin' around
Like, "Mommy come here, look, look, look what we found"
Wit' me it's more intense, nigga
So
Yeah
Yeah
Just like bums, we used to stay
In the slums of LA, by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for reps
Sellin' rock cocaine on my
And your ass better fight back
And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom
Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh)
And, momma ain't raised no chumps
the right choice
When you hear the sound of your kid's voice
You don't want that drama
In any hood im cool, no cosigner
You can get it anywhere
Pull you by
Silk woven skin brushing on my limb
Giving me that second swim
Goosebumps on me flew under the sheets
While waiting for the silence to clear
We'll
of washed-up jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come
I'll do some fly shit and be done
get a body?
I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
This ain't Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi
This ain't for
Purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by, watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger
Herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give
then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings
They're walking like
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
Kids get your parents permission befor,fore,befo,fo,before tryin' this
Half of the hoes and the music goin' bang
Everybody everybody yeh we all
trash
Bought your place in society and paid with cash
You became the idol that you never had
Gave your kids the finest life that money gets
Not
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