A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Livin life fast so i never need a brake
And i guarantee you'll have a hard time struggling,
Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming
Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit
Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling
If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing
With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something
My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
And the judge never knew which substance i used
And all i know is greed,
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
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