To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game
Wanting a gold chain, but his life is just a sequel, hes riding the soul train!
Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
But this is straight talk you cowards"
Hundred k in twenty-two hours
And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher
The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter
They getting nice, they got some ice
But hes cursed, it hurts when she cries
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
As: other plans got in the way
He says all this whack ass shit but we all know hes bluffing,
Shawty look half indian and never say a thing
Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy
So gay i can barely say it with a straight face lookin', boy
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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