To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price
Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.
You could love it or hate it but he was prime time
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
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus
I'm bald bull to my little mac competition
And i'm still not ready to pack it in
In my town whites not even allowed to rap
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
The place to start is in our music, not the economy
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
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