Thx 4 ur wsparcie to 4 u

Face thugs, season B's, who do years and come back to the same routine

Some say the game over, they must be blind Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night

With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers You get robbed for your outfit, you take that off

Cause poverty rules the world, the rich is outnumbered You can't straddle the fence, pick a side fucker

You got to the sun, go down Cause when that full moon rise, then the wolves come out