i know you
when ppl look at your pics i bet they see a thug.they see whats on the surface, they dont look deep enuough
i can tell you need love, and a big hug.
i know, your really not all that tough
ppl can choose to be afraid of you,
cuz you have a gun in your waistband
you claim to bang, and wear the color blue
its not loaded but it feels good in your hand
you act like you r this big bad man
but i know deep down theres a scared boy
i know the real you. i was your number one fan
but thats all gone , my heart is not a toy
soo go on continue to get high
sell drugs, get money, be all you wanna be
but i have to say good bye cuz this bullshit isnt for me
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