Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal
I'd write a book but it would have no title,
Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit
The book that you wrote, i defaced it,
It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,
While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends
Im just rapping and living and then collecting the dividends
The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
Call me a product of my own damn hood
That the crook just took over so book
Bcause i will be your one and only, forever to be lover/
They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother
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