My so called mates all turned to snakes
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Energized and still going
Now i'm stuck in this hell called lynn
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
I was called the spawn of the devil,
That is called being a problem setter
My nigga banks just be ready for whatever
Thought this was forever love
Went up and called jesus,
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
Theres nothing called mission abort
Bro called dad over, we tried to explain
I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
Boy get off your so called little lady,
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