Don't want to be the king
I thought my heart was stopping
An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought
Money on the floor, throw it on a broad
Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss
This what my thought sound is
We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
I can't get to sleep with this thought in my head,
Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
Sicken feeling running thought my head
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
Ass shots in her seven jeans
Clouded thought my rhymes schemes
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