I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,
Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Feelin great never got time to hate
Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
But i got backstabbed, i snapped and trust was never
I'm everesant, nobody do it better
But i never got into this costume
I'm not moving like a cartoon
But i never got reminded when i started to wag and lag behind
I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child
That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit
Never wanted any fame, anyway i got it
I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled
Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set
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