Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done
But because real life ain't no fun
'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,
School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
I feel like a low-life, with no life
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
Becoming someone you don't recognize
But shit i ain't with her no more not in this life
When i'm on it, on it like my job
Beats and rap change my life, no joke
Im no longer about that life, though there was some time
For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
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