Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
Making them fucked up decisions
I just write that right by a mic stand
Making me smile (making me smile------) can't
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
Besides, i'm the one who's going to be making millions some day, not them.
But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
These crazy ass thoughts going through my brain
Compared to "them" you're making baby money
From curb surfingwe working the industry
Maybe everthing your going through
That means two, between me and you
Only time that i love to smile
Got me quite open for a while
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future but through whatever you see
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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