I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself
To you it was about wealth and your dying health
Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair
Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears
Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,
Where every recipient, property of the state
My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health
But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
Turn around and then you flip your hair
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