In the front row at a holy justin bieber show
And girl, i ain't got no money to borrow
Rap life causing stress and adding to the pressure
Picture a place that they exist, together
I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master
Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny
I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
So many rumors but i'm infinitely immortal outlawswitching up on you ordinary bitches
Focusing on rap my life is no longer a drama, telling my story as i sit and hit this
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