Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this
The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish
I got rich from a little struggle
Anything is possible
I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches
Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
Question is, is it anxiety or is it just my heart,
Destruction is beautiful, chaos is awesome
He been waiting for his connection to come
So i get to hacking at these rubbish mutha fuckas fuck it
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
Sentence after sentence is what it is
And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches
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