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[Verse 1: Fashawn] He walks around with a mug on his face Gun on his waist No sense of direction No one to relate Attitude stubborn he's just stuck in his ways Hustling haze how the funds came, out trappin' Never listened to the preacher The corner where you could reach him Inviting any beef keeps his palms on his nina Cursing the teacher, sat in front of me Always peeped him My freshman year he was the only senior In the class, cuz he never passed, came and went Didn't graduate hit the streets Gangbanging with some angry kids That's famous from maiming niggas Mamma used to tell me stay away from them Too intense when he talks and never makes sense Fake pimp, 19, and his future's looking kinda dim Should have used common sense Relax your mind, inside you will find a gem [Hook] x 4 Gotta relax yourself, just relax yourself Relax yourself and just chill [Verse 2: Thurzday] Shots of Henny, Gray Goose or Remmy Whatever alcoholic substance he can abuse Life dwindling down like a dynamite fuse Driving down the road might just explode Out in a drunked rage With a bottle for passenger Strapped just to ease the pain His wife just shook on him and she took his son Left no numbers, left in a slumber Found out who Tanisha was And who Tanisha was four months pregnant Illegitimate son He accelerates on the gas and runs a red light Hits the driver side of a Pontiac all white Head hits the windshield vision ain't right Who he hit in the Pontiac was his dead wife Took his son's life Now if the story was real I guess the moral is... [Hook] x 4 [Verse 3: Fashawn] Some brothers compare they queens to cars Need more than one Misuse them then upgrade after they done He never thought of settling down, too much fun Going out hitting up clubs, on the hunt For young girls with no brains and self esteem He takes them home loosens they blouse sells them a dream They cave in fall victims to his scheme Oblivious to the fact he got HIV And he's ignorant to the fact they've got fake ID's Said she's 25 but she's 18 Before you know it he infecting they bloodstream Never used protection, claimed he was clean Different women every night, blacks latinos and whites Knows wrong from right but continues to live his life On the edge, no one to guide him Walking genocide someone should have advised him.. [Hook] x 4
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