And reflect on the rap game, i came
Ur body lookin fo someone to blame
Tried perfecting my letters n
Time after time, again and again
Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs
I'm why baby mommas leave
Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird
The good kid from the ugly city
I'm adored by who loves me
Your throat loves when you shout
And i like my window tinted out
Post cards and my letters
Know just what your worth
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