Whole lotta money, big tip i would
Changing my whole life style from bad to good
And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys
And that's exactly it, your missing out on your life,
Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing
So much cash, that i never look towards my past, fuck reminiscing, cuz theres nothing im missing,
Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author
And come to find out my momma havein another daughter
Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing
The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,
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