reality
I was just a Lil broke kid never got much got love for my fam
Smoking weed needed to feel the same
Faded clothes n all didn't shop at the mall
So far behind falling off losing my mind
Saying fuck school
Can't trust bitches always on the run never the less the fake gon hate.
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