Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and
But me and my brother never made it out school
A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll
Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Now i'm on the road and moving so i can spread my music
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money
I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free
You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling
Someone you love but stay focused and moving
Sitting on a tree, because we were so free
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
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