Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game
Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,
From working through rain and pain
Searching for fortune and fame
God mc oh my god you gotta see
Is the fuckin pain and my shame he
I taught about swallowing pills would be quick and lack the pain,
Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
And levered your lives... with happiness!
Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain
Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again
And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.
Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain
Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain
I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame
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