Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
Had to d up like all in a titty cup
And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired
Giving us children who look up and be inspired
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
The demon inside giving me life, i always dance with the devil im rolling the dice.
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,
'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
But ill never be brought down, im to far up
Finished mean done, and done mean dead
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
Cuz im not giving any thought
Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop
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