My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line
This is just my year, just my day, and just my time
Weres my opinion, whats my religion,
The race war, when it's us against all of them
My own unknown is my enemy,
20 racks really thats sneaker money
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Got my head in my hands.
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
These my rhymes and my story
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
That is my wish, my fantasy.
The bitch badder than any bitch that you name
My cash effected, my brain insane,
My wondrous success bombs my regrets
My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
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