Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you
Because they grew up with you and there friendships true,
When i grew up i was like "whatever"
I'm everesant, nobody do it better
Full of shit, like i ate that john
Screw up the cup, i'm on
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition
Screw your starting line up, better put your whole team in
Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends
Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,
I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
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