YOUNG MIND (SLOWED)

He can never fuck like me, three M's on The tour still So fuck that, man, They say I always win I'm from the depth Of hell, nigga, tear me to fuckin' pieces I'm From the eight, nigga, check out the numbers on My wrist I love to slit wrists Kill son, kill kids, motherfucker, pull the trigger Feel the pain, no way, make rain, Make it wetter Fuck a chain, he ain't shit, His tongue up open wide, bitch Beat him down In the street, fuck him with his time piece Make her suck that funk, eat some cum like Coconut pump I ain't wearin' no Dickies, I got Hoes That think I'm fuckin' crazy I'm out the poverty, Whip my dick Up down your kitty Pour your guts up on The trophy, drop you off then leave you in The ditch Bringin' the funk and you're beggin' me Now for slayin' your daughter, you feel my heat You ain't a motherfuckin' gangsta, No, nigga, you're a gangsta terrorist nigga, You ain't a gangsta, somebody's got a you ain't A gangsta