Guess this is the end of the whitehouse
Hundred k in twenty-two hours
I have the end goal of becomin' famous,
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip
Ill be missing on the dawn
Stressed out, cos' i'm gone
Since the dawn of my time
And just in time your head is mine
Give them something to live for instead of the week end,
Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.
So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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