Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor
Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore
Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats
Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags
Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring
With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making
To speak from the soul and just leave it with them
Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
Make fun of my raps, it was an expression
'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
I’m the king of rock, there is none higher
Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,
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