I never fit in with them light skins
On a mission but my hearts got conditions
40 with a million clip
She crazy, that stalker shit
Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision
Mayweather, even i had a fight in a week, i make a million,
They say i got a flow that's worth at least a couple million.
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.
As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss
They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
Shit its sounding like a million bucks..
Amen, they say you only live once
I hate rap like kramer hate blacks
Step out into a million fans,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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