When the kid inside of you homesick and tired of the world's shit/
Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit
I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb
And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom
, come on and fuck with kid this is the life of a sinner
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer
Like i'm in the club and i got my eyes up on this girl
Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl
Lighter, and i could fuck around and let you meet my sparks
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,
To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game
The rest of my life as a buster ??? i was ten and became
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