Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.
Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice
Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money
The place to start is in our music, not the economy
You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme
But the same deposition take it every time
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,
Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance
I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
And i'm still not ready to pack it in
With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow
His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o
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