If we thinking success is only measured by your money
I've raised a flame filled guillotine, just please...remember me
Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool
Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.
For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.
But sorry,i was raised like that,
Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap
So it's nothing to finish
Raised catholic so i can bless this
Forfeit, just like your momma who tried to have you aborted.
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
It's like when we would cypher they raised and gave me life,
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
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