Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done
Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million
Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed
That burden's on my soul as long i exist
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,
Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts
Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words
I exist in-between a circle of moments,
Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds
How can it exist? poverty; in my life
Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive
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