To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game
I'm standing up for me, word savvy, and every kid who you caused pain/
I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
"this kid is troubled", wonder why? i'm beaten up and harassed,
Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke
Big and fat, as my big fat oak
Tallk about pussy, which is fat
Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat
This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be
Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money
With murderers, rapists and battered lies
I'm everything that they call nice
No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,
Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked
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