Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,
I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november
Down to smoke when i got kicked out and when my heart through a shredder
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
Better have a good comeback i'll grind you up like a vitamix blender.
Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people
Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle
I don't even know why i'm coming back with a comeback,
I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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