Yes bitch, that's a presidential
The herb calm his mental
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
Looking at your money
I've got health and family,
Insomnia is driving me mental,
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple
Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears
Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health
But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health
Never will i ever utter never to myself
Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself
Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,
Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health
So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself
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