I really made it out but currently im stressed
Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
She's cute but her forehead's big
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect
Finally give me what i wish but it doesn't really help
I don't really care about it, so, i ain't worried
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right
Cuz you know it's a feeling you really can't describe
Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit
Can't shake the feeling any route i take i might regret it
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