Girl cut up, got lean on lean
Five minutes later i hear a scream,
Bet i get like 8 of them
Yo....you know i'm five seven/
With just twenty five bucks in his wallet
And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit
Young as five/ but none despise their conditions
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
Dreamed about it for five years straight.
High five cause i'm in the spot light
Which you know i'm different, right
9 months while holding in life
Every day from 9 to five
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