If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you
Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true
The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
Trying to make money so my family could eat
Take cee around town as if everything cheap
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Visiting the family
Thats why we struggle to realize
She's flawless like some uncut ice
Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.
Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible
My eyes open, another day another struggle,
The ones who wanted their family to have a little money
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
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