Comes out my haunted conscious
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,
Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
Thinkin back to it i feel so low.
See, it's something about commitment though
And it tried to run away but "sikey mikey" dragged it back
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
Got her going down, no teeth
It brought back memories...
Never run out or get exhausted, feel haunted by my own success
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
I'm the talk of the town
When they bring it back down
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