I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.
Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
Don't be testy, cus i got ya chicks wet like jet skis
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//
By any means, if ya like it or not
Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
In a private jet while i'm walking in
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
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