But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime
Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime
You'll find nobody worse than me
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
Life has put her to the test
But thinking bout grades gets me stressed
Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop
It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob
And them which is more of a circus than a fair
Nobody remembered me but i was always there,
Pot gets to me/my eyes are blazed
But they sold jello in the paint
I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer
And this candy gets me cheddar im the markets top supplier
Mentally, it always gets the best of me
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
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