Land of the burgers and fries,
And when i start to rise
And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so
In the front row at a holy justin bieber show
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
And pleads the key of mercy,
We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit
Yet it's crazy his rap development was never arrested
Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles
Shout out my nigga miles
Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
And i already 99 of them,
What the fuck happened to rap when
My conscious only knew whats half tight
Importance lies in the inside…
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