That don’t mean i’ma stunt her
Too afraid of being a loser
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
The latter being a constant misconception,
So part of the plan
Fake friends it was all a sham,
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great
I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake
Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake
Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid
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