And i'm sick of not sleeping,
Don't want to be the king
Like an apple from a tree
Don't worry bout a thang baby
But i’m not out looking for me no misses
You dead sleeping with them fishes
Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers
I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers
Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
Love rapping love sneakers above those
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
Together all the timethought it was true love
Who knew a pen could be so dangerous,
Snazzy like a doctor, white converse sneakers.
George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve
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