Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game
Man, i just cant believe it, i wish i could have it where this guy kneels in pain
I'm also strapped with macs, i be on dat crack.
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy
E to the t, r-o-i then add another t
Wish i could go backward, like it would even matter.
Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
I want to commit suicide, i wish to be certified as deceased,
To fix dat shit, itll be our secret
Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit
You wouldnt even rap like dat if it wasnt fer me.
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
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