That bitch was racist, got me fired
Of being of always getting wired
So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Out of this coviction of feelings
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
Beaches of normandy.
She going to borrow some money
We're two separate digits, we're a whole knew league kid,
That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite
Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
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