Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist
I want to know his exact man-to-man quotient
You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old
I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,
This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show
And i don't think, i even want it to go
I don't know where to go,
I ain't tryna brag though
Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
I want to go back to when eminem was slim
I don't want to think of it tonight.
Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right
You know why because i dont want to live in disdain
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag
Now that i've entered hell i don't want to go back
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