I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
I dont care if its through battles or through these words
Hell yahtry to dirty up my name
I dont care about the fame
Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
And actually realised you couldn't care 'bout the rest,
I said hey, you right there
That people dont even care
Dont tie your hair
Let em say i dont care
But i dont care, i will keep on rising, you realizing?
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
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