To end up on the news
Niggas couldn't fill my shoes
My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose
Afflicted by the noose that would've put her on the news,
Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,
You would think that i had a match for a tooth
But my flow is moved like earthquakes news
All them bitches converse with me off that react juice
News, comedy, soap opera tragedies
Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police
Now concentrate until you get the juice
People will see my ass on the lows news
Giving you the fucking news
So cool, my bitch got no shoes
They cant wait for the day they see me on the news
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
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