Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast
S on my chest like a superman vest
Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
No car key and i mean that
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
And that´s how it has begun
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again
Nigga i'm a hundred miles far
Bad, just like an 80's car
It´s the battle of life
We hustle to survive
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