I am who i am because of what i've gone through
My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you
But i am not a failure, so lets go have a victory lunch
No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch
I am a storm so do the math.
But i let off everything i have
You'd admit, that i am so fortunate i might be a crucifix
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
So am i a psycho who enjoys others' suffering
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
"what the hell am i suppose to do"
With rhyming skills, you in amish village
I admit i can be a prick, so what bitch
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