No more money, no more fame
Then lost my faith again
I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,
But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster
No groom husband, no bloom
Self made coming soon
No specific pick , no particular list.
Come here to picture how he bumping his fist
No affiliation
Go where you ain't been
No set trip, no color claim
Balling, but it’s not a game
With no guns and no shields
Malcolm x, by any means
Who real bitches check me out though
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
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