Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,
Nowadays usually it's his pockets
Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars
I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
Eventually leading you to depression
And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate
Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great
Right flows down and they might go nice
I love the money but i hate the cheese
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous
But still is that a reason to hate that it's the same love,
My father i will always love/ i was a damn kid , i hate my mother
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
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