Once as a slave who imagined being free
Or even near to my family
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
As your family dies, and my family rise
Im just that type of guy
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
I pray for my family
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
I'm touching skies, no puffing lie
Trying to become i.t guy
That's why i'm makin' money
Or even near to my family
Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
I wanna be the guy
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
Even passing out that eminem guy
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