And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,
My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man
We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man
The best teacher for becoming a man guess i skipped the lesson plan
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
They say he's a dead dad and it's,
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
I've no dad for a good influence,
If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare
Realitys a nightmare an life doesnt seem fare its becoming a scare,
I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
Now the boy says that he don't need a dad
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