Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position
Thought i was gonna die till i got this brand new prescription,
Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die
My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try
But the same deposition take it every time
I'll time it i lyrically fight you you're mine
You didn't respond to my battle till the second time i sent it cuz i stomped you
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
You other brothers can’t deny
I'm gonna fight till i win or die
You didn't respond to my battle till the second time i sent it cuz i stomped you
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
Fukk it i ll just take yo name
Then lost her faith again
And every time i rise up they treat you, need you crucified,
Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right
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