And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Look at all the hoes you losing
You gon' tip her
I'm losing my stature
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar
This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
Im losing my vitality
Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap
Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,
Can't relax/too in my zone when i attack/only feel at home when i rap
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
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