Yet fame growing slower than a tree.
20 racks really thats sneaker money
They be little, young, kid i am growing up
Had to d up like all in a titty cup
Whats a daughter without her dad
Luxury life, results living bad
I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)
You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.
I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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