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Michigan, United States



Sh*t don't change until you get up and wash yo' a*s, boy
Sh*t don't change until you get up and wash yo' a*s, n*gga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time, in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little n*gga
He was five-foot somethin',
You lookin' at artistses like they're harvestses
So many Rollies around you and you want all of 'em
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me
Anxiety, I'm runnin' out of options
Cut 'em out my life, just like a photo, I just crop 'em
If they start to bother me, I cut 'em off or stop them
Why am I so ignorant? Why am I so toxic?
I don't want that many friends in the first place
shades on my face not Dior they the chrome ones