In my house i'm all alone
Blackberry and t phone
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool
You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that
I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet
I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from
Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,
Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.
If its not couture, i will not go to her
When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house
To livin in a house with food my stomach
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
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