It figures my life's turned bitter,
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures
She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures
I just want 7 figures in my bank
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
Figures thousands in week
Cause they right down the street
Go where you ain't been
Suicide depression,
And inhospitable,
I'm modest, and humble
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