And even if i do i know my momma gon be well
And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,
Left to fester in a prison cell
Only getting high cuz we closer to hell
Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell
These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,
Throwing and animal while rowing casual
A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell
When i talk about money all you see is the struggle
Animal something unfathomable yet compatible
Would to an animal he scores
Huh, a metaphor of course
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
A rap cannibal, cannabis consuming loopy animal.
You in to that animal stuff
Mama always told me i’d be famous
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