But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough
Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,
Radiation bursts and you cant hold back the pain
Then i wait for them days to turn good again
The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway
Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say
Bonding over our love for drugs
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Thats enough lost in lust of the love
Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus
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