Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
Of which im not exactly proud of,
So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough
Top of my pile of bodies
I'm everything that they call nice
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
The things im most scared of
Then i said i had enough
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
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