They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs
Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/
And i don't run counters no more
Im happy with the score
The thoughts overheating
Let my angel sing
Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
God mc oh my god you gotta see
Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.
Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,
Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls
I need to free them
And i'm happy once again
Thug for life nigga
It makes me happy uh..
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