My so called mates all turned to snakes
Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks
These chalance give me balance
Theyre called chains and rings
Babies turn into shooters
All these so called new schoolers
We can't afford to pay the lease, we release, called,
Cause my mother let me do what i want
And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy
Boy get off your so called little lady,
Sky high, iced out paradise
There's this game called life
Guess that's why it's called tripping
I got bars u lil niggas sell ring
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