Raised by a momma who, who
Why did i ever want you
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
No idea who i want to be
Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
I'm about to snap
I want to take it back
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track
Said u don't want beef so am i wrong for responding back?
No need to cry, i won't let rap die, i just want you not to deny/
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
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