Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
And the blogger has their reviews in rear view
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
No fake doctor in my name, and it's not capped off by m c
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats
Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
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