Came from the bottom, aiming for the top
I picture a happy day at the pizza shop
Im happy with the score
Ima go until my arm's sore
My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
Do you ever dream the day away thinking of your happy place
It makes me happy uh..
You're fucking with me, nigga
Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.
Than the muse of a family
So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea
Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say
Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
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