Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
But i wont give up, im tryin ta get that,
My lyrics and won't stop till i get noticed for it and make it big!
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental
Get on my level, i wont tell you why i write, its confidential
But when i stop my talking,
Go where you ain't been
I wont stop battling even until i turn twenty one,
My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women
You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Now bitch fetch my bong i gotta get a hit before i get up to take a fuckin shit,
And i wont stop rapping til' my names on every station
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt
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