Go the distance without any assistance
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
Who cant get any broker
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
Any resistance im grabbing my putter
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
And put another half a mil in my bank account
Hope my city is not too far
Slumdog far apart any sub par
Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep
Celebrating without any tweet.
Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right
I don't wanna lose any fight
So take your seat on the bench
Any sings of foul stench,
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