If you ain't about money
I've got health and family,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.
Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,
My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical
Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health
Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself
So, just tell me something about yourself
Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,
So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself
That's real, never been the kind for some mental health
The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
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