The Meaning of Life
de Pocket
Fuck this other vatos ese
Get up, chucky, get up
Ewg-rah
Were you once the bastard son?
As the finger slips from the golden gun
From your moral heights, it's on sight
Never going down without a fight
On sight, outta pocket
What's good, motherfucker?
Put'em up
We show what the fuck we are
Ewg-rah
Fuck your worth, you're full of shit
What's becoming saving grace?
Abandoned your family beliefs
They'll let you die on the fuckin' streets
Think again, it's just begun
You ever think, you'd be the one condemned
I always knew that you never had it in you
A two-faced fool, you're nothin' but a baby back bitch!
On sight
Outta pocket
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