I have all music gimmicks
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
On they twitter writing novels, see
I am known for my mystery
And i should've known to have a thicker crust
Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
All i have is my suffering and pain
Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone
Giving this game everything, all i've ever known
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
For those precious things i am truly thankful for all i have.
Everything i wanted never seem so close
All i have left is hope i suppose,
I have mastered all the relations
And in akron, my niggas they would throw things
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