You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack
Can't relax/too in my zone when i attack/only feel at home when i rap
But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney
I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city
Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest
We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game
With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred
Im losing my vitality
Dc, man over money
Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",
These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same
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