But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
Now middle class with a nice house and a better life,
This home is lookin' like it's a flop house
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Im in her white house like a politic
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
Watch me rock the house with a breeze
Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees
What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
Am i really just a reanimated doll,
My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar
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