You're task is to become a musician,
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist
You would become a hater, isn't that a twist?
I know what you do with that
You want to become a handicap
And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her
Either get smarter or become a martyr
Change shit and become a better people person
9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block
I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god
Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer
She begins to decay, to become a slaughter
And reflect on the rap game, i came
This life has just become a strain,
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