Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain
And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Who was at my house taking care of dying granny
Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned
And good if you senate and never menaced.
Do you need a house of correction
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this
But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Of the white house who portray the u.s. as marvelous,
Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.
You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.
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