Fucking explode everybody

You can scream all you like, but it doesn't mean a thing

You compete all your life, but it doesn't mean a thing

You can read, you can write, but it doesn't mean a thing

Have a child for a wife and it doesn't mean a thing

All the clothes you can style, but it doesn't mean a thing

All the money you can pile, but it doesn't mean a thing

Drop a bomb on a child

Drop a bomb on a child

Althea Gibson on red clay

Althea Gibson on red clay

Familia, Kings, Crips, and Esés

Ñetas and Kings or Veintisiete

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't bе long

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't bе long

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be

Call police all you like, but it doesn't mean a thing

Feed your bone with a spike, but it doesn't mean a thing

Swear you won't, then you tell, but it doesn't mean a thing

Hundred thousand from Chanel, but it doesn't mean a thing

Betray your friends, do 'em foul

but it doesn't mean a thing

All the money daddy piles, but it doesn't mean a thing

Drop a bomb on a child

Drop a bomb on a child

Althea Gibson on red clay

Althea Gibson on red clay

Familia, Kings, Crips, and Esés

Ñetas and Kings or Veintisiete

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be

This is the end of your rotten life, you motherf—

This is the end of your rotten life, you motherf—