See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite
I'ma go so hard on your head, you be feeling like you're high 'n' shit
And i ain't goin' well
Then sit empty in hell
Profit it's a empty closet
Yeah see i let my nigga hit that
I been feeling so much pain
I ain't interested in fame
So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind
Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find
Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business
My stomach feeling empty i could use a dish
Walking with an empty purse
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Ambition is definitely on the way
I'm feeling so high that i'm floating away
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