I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Clearly you were dearly , near to my heart bitch i mean nearly
Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy
Spent a long time coming up this road
Broke his leg and his arm twice, thinks its a joke,
Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle
I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.
The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city
Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely
He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,
Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious
Nearly coulda happened bruv look at me i shit not
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop
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