This my album, and when your parents try to come around
Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town
I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and
If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement
If you can't follow the context save yourself from being a fool and just go
All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Sitting on a tree, because we were so free
Just got off a breakup, man that shit's a jaded shakeup/
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it
I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that
And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad
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