i m so fucking addict i m so fucking addict god god please help me god christians please pray for me haters please keep me strong playas please love me like you love my every single song since my verse october 5th both my fucken palms itch made myself millions but thats not what i call rich once i told my mom this you are not my mom bitch you stole me from my family fed me from the wrong tits please forgive your younger son you know i ll fucken die for you woman you re my life you re in almost every rhyme i do can t you see i m dying from the pain that i brought to us its obvious my conscious just won t let live anonymous i m exposed like kleptos just interview my ex hoes they ll tell you that i used them then used them in my best flows s p i have blessed the world how did they return my love friends try to kill me and now they give me nervous hugs get my flows the perfect drug jordans pushin red foreign consider it a privilege you listenin to the best boy listen i ain t hatin but they got your boy debatin if i bust who would knew except god maybe satan so i sit i wait steady contemplatin no peace on the streets must release my frustration yeah i haven t fought police and tudy tried warning me but i meant those bitches thats abusing their authority i know we got some good cops plus i know your jobs hard some have gotten killed cause they walked up to the wrong car lots of men in uniforms that i consider heroes lots of men in uniforms that act like fucken real hoes guess yall hate the mexican maybe how the things changed the accents the restaurants to you it must seem strange but we have the same dreams want the joy that peace brings thanksgiving day the only day i didn t eat beans got gave us x ray to see pass the skin tone don t you know that all of us we were born from one rib bone or do you have that syndrome that 1950 s racist shit hatin bitch can t you fucken see you suckin satan s dick i m ain t sayin ride with me but damn am i the rivalry seems like everybody singing ebony ivory  how bout singing ebony ivory brownery america america what you ain t proud of me now that all the freeways buildin you throw me out the country its not my fault i thought george had chopped down a plum tree radio don t play us so we don t got no place to call home pocos pero locos tried their best to put our songs on but they do it all alone and thats what i call bravery just one show thats saving us and showing love from a to z 1