And if i'm down with this banging shit
They called my effort bullshit
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
Theres nothing called mission abort
This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper
Now if pain came to ma life it will no longer get called an asper
There's one called christianity
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates
Corrupting our minds with an idiot box
What a feeling of overcoming the odds
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