It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee
I was being an ass
I can get straight to the cash
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze
With a note there and im thinking of reading
No rations or resources for eating//
Treasurin every moment like it's last, an outcast, left flat on his ass
Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class
And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll
Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole
I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
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