Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
God is at my window but the devils at my door
The shit that you're spittin's diminished, and now missing like my virginity
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Losing my mind. tried to think through.
Then i gotta say peace to you
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney
Im losing my vitality
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
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