Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice
Lost in the world , with such little advice
Out of the atmosphere, world in a bubble
Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble
Not a care in the world
But i murder him first
Half of the world sees success in me
Call me lazy, i ain't your baby
You make a nigga sing songs nice
The contestant chipping, piece by piece.
But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one
Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,
Now all the world cares for is a piece of paper
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
I'm talking about lain that insane in the brain piece of pain
Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came
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