So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Now i must appease to offers that my peeps has brought us
I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
Brought me back to my misery.
Plottin' don’t even worry
Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation
His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
Just take...a...look into my wallet...got some change for your life
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye
Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.
What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry
If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect
My daddy brought me to counselling, to get myself checked
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