Moving houses for supposed whores
Huh, a metaphor of course
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
I feel like i got fifty cars
Watching for hollow-tip shots
That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses
Don’t let me talk about the deal ones
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
I start raiding these houses and blow in anger
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