Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed
Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
Kill a bitch, listen as i sing high pitch," these sins i commit, i blame you,
Do he make you feel important than how you felt before
What happened to the rap game you said you would restore?
Caged, and the wonder is seen
Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?
I thought you were family
Dc, man over money
Please don't spit unless you got the time
Go inside the mind, you will find the mine
Maintaining my modest modest as i dream
Unless you somehow conquer this whole fucking scene
150 on my chain
That you call the rap game
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