I have the end goal of becomin' famous,
Here i go again, searching for love
Like hoes down in magic city
Haters won't be the end of me,
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
I have the end goal of becomin' famous,
I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
They never should of booted me outta reform school
That's the end of the masterbigt show/
That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though
Give them something to live for instead of the week end,
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend
Until then end of your game.
Love turns into pain
Freakin' out all i see is clouds
Guess this is the end of the whitehouse
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