Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same
Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
The boa know they loving the crew
Losing my mind. tried to think through.
You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool
But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
The shit that you're spittin's diminished, and now missing like my virginity
Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised
And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
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