Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right
Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Wondering when the fuck will chief keef grow up? who knows?
There's much more to life than just poverty
Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run
Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat
Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that
I'm in a another world just call me master chief
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze
I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,
Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day
She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way
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