You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven
Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game
I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same
But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion
And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"
I try not to obey them at anytime
You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool
If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
High off life? my nigga not even
And i'm still not ready to pack it in
She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
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