these bitches needa blow da fuck out like hurricane ivan
drop sixteen bombs on dem like I wus aimin for a license
my heads been in a bent shape like the corner in tyson’s
but murderin bitches is mandatory like runnin from police sirens
i got backstabbers lined up on me like dey was a hyphen
I’ll have em rollin all down da hill, you might call em cypress
So much bullshit been eruptin dat I forgot wat da hype is
but fuk da hype I make all haters fall like da towers on 9-11
people jumpin otha people its like we livin on a trampoline
but I’m hangin off this thread this thing we cal da “family”
so many thing happenin at once its all bein crammed into me
I keep wonderin wut wuld happen if he never let us meet
We got bonded together by a series of unfortunet events
haters shot at us with words like guns shot 50 cent
We cant fall apart thas sayin we let da haters win
But since we are anyway I guess none of us were friends in the first place den
we needa keep our heads up man we needa stick together otherwise we lettin dese h8ers win against us... a family is like a body. the body can't operate fully and to its best potential witout all its parts... if one of us in da family leave... den we can't operate fully and to the best of our potential, even though haters culd only attack one or two or three of us, that dont mean it only invovles those people...we got to stick together. i no i am even tho i havnt been i'll try harder
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