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Mary Jo had auburn hair and dark green eyes
She was dating the quarterback he stood six-foot-five
Johnny boy had a crooked smile not a penny to his

the pray, carrion when the crowds all faded
Esoteric Monday mornings brought out the worst in them

Now nineteen and five years old is where I seem to be
I

AR-15 rifle in the hands of a nineteen year old mind turning hate for himself into hate for others, into one-hundred fifty bullets fired in six minutes

a six-year-old son
has passed away because of the gun incident
He has been selling fruits to feed his child
But now the child has no father anymore
We are so sad

still robbing on parole, he tripping (On God)
Behind that glass, at the county
Who gone survive?, the fittest
Time away from family, six years he will be

found a new man
They were thrilled by me adding
But my neck was still open
You still kept on grabbing
Until I found my voice
Then I moved to your void
Cuz

the coupe
6 figures from last year, next I double up
I been feeling numb put some purple in my cup
I won't fall in love cause you know i fuck it up
Cause even

me tits, not a degree
Marry rich and marry old. Four years later now I'm free
Gin and tonics in Morocco. Might go shopping in Milan
I'm a CEO

Never show enough and I'll be in the grass

But I'm six feet above it, this is where I stand
Hoping that you understand that now I try to be kind
So

was going to be this hard
Cause I been carrying this load since three years old
Too much riding on me
I might bust, I might explode
Now I'm macking

like what is new
I'm getting older life passing me by
No excuses now I got fans with me
Finally all them days old news
6 years in yeah I paid my dues

situations to recognize it
And empathize with people who now are blinded by it
Cause I know how it goes
I've been going through trauma since at a 6 year old

Society has its standards you know, we women should be thin
We should wear a bra, and stylish clothes, and hold our tummy in
Growing old should be

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For six or seven centuries he stood and braced himself
Watching Santa blasting off old Ethelbert the Elf
His

about the banter
5 6 7
Gettin 8 by a dancer
But I ain't even counting
The swag you can't calculate
Compare to what they do
My every move be immaculate
Oh

She likes to draw and boba tea
She's really into Polaroid photography
She animates her silly shows
She knew the order of the planets by six-years-old

by the pier
I can smile away, talk story all day for a hundred "K" a year
Nobody sees your pain when they're living their own
Nobody knows your name

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

No Auto-Tune just bars nigga'
It's the mufuckin' gang
Turff what up?
Said Breezy come back
Like a kid with quick wits
I'm loved by all my niggas'

comfortable, I'm resting
This place I'm in is soft
Unlike your princess palace 6-year-olds play with

Maybe I exaggerated when I called you a king
This is

I'll tell you about this girl I know
She's a hundred and twenty six years old
She's occasionally abusive
But she's tryin to be more inclusive
My

and if not we'll still blam ya
Teach the children wrist and razor daddy's liquor with some Fanta
Hos are taught by Santa whom is Satan like Saint

when they'd roll by, but for years they never would

Impatient as a boy he felt his stomach tie in knots
When teacher in geometry would ask for proofs

you back when we had beef
When we was kosher, to know yourself
Ain't from the 6th, but we born on a seven
My old girl born on the fourth
Without