So beautiful you would think it was imaginary.
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
You gotta learn how to walk on your own
The numbers unknown, hang up the phone
Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient
Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift
Chomping at your oxygen chords
People wonder at the numbers of hordes
Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers
Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years
That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin
Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin
U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you
Rappin every word in my vocabulary whis is so imaginary cause i'm makin it true
Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold
In numbers as her body decomposed.
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