I Remember When I Was 9th Grade School Ditchin,
Rollin Up & Still Sippin...
Wore Soo Much 'Blue', U Would Think I Was Born 'Crippin',
But,
I Don't Wanna Have To Find A 'Victim', I Can' Do It That's The Reason Why Alot Ni*** Is In Prison....,
But, With Dese Drugz In Ma System... I Wish A Ni*** Would, Cuz When I'm GONE... Ni*** & Gonna Do $H**, But F**k My B**** & Smoke Piff
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