And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Been up plenty of endless nights.
You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
I find dimes like nine - five
Because i see right through your disguise
Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe
Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.
In the coldest days darkest nights
Paper planes, long flights
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i
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