Just a place that they can come
Closest you'll get is being chicken
Just know fame has a price, lose everything
No rations or resources for eating//
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,
And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar
Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
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