The story of my life ive never been so lucky
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
The anger inside has never been fully addressed
My family good my friends and im alright
No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,
No, i just carry on, and make life good and live it up,
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
Chat you up you come to my place for a ration
I reel them in, goadomes on see
I pray for my family
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