Mayweather, even i had a fight in a week, i make a million,
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
What we gotta do to survive
My heart races a million miles
Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.
Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/
I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets
Six and a half million
Can’t you see just how long my run
Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her
Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster
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