Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject
And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest
Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
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",
Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/
I ride with them boys in the middle of the map
Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,
God is at my window but the devils at my door
Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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