Fuck y'all haters, Mind your own biz. Y'all keep talking, Y'all gonna get dismissed. Not only by me, But those on my side. Y'all can run, But Y'all can't hide. I lost a special friend, Because of them that hate. To get my hands on one, I just can't wait. Don't be frontin, When I come up to your face. If you cry like a bitch, Then you're a disgrace. Back up your shit. All that shit you talk. I aint leavin without a fight, So don't try to walk. I fight for real, Not to kill. If you think y'all ill, Show me what the deal. To stop y'all haters, Will be a hard mission. Y'all can back out now, So make the right decision.Birth sign: Cancer
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