To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti
When i get done i have your tired ass drinking gatorade
Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Baby you so fine
Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
I think i'm starting to get tired, let me wake up dink a couple energy drinks and get wired
Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard
And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
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