But i don't need a cigarette, know what i mean?
I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
Didn't have a good life, cus' her parents were mean
Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream
Just a skinny white girl,
And he, what's his name, earl
Doesn't mean you have a nice flow.
Call me whatever joe
Fuck it, they shrink to fit
That a girl really wanted
Fill a page with syllables, i couldn't tell you what they mean
Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
That curb don't mean a thing
I got them saying
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