But little old me with the few facts that i speak
Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap
How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
Thats the point of art isnt it?
Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit
I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol
One thing i know for sure is this rap game isnt optional
Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
Bullying isnt right it shuld be law
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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