Feed me more rappers to devour, eat em up and howl with raised lungs
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness
Raised catholic so i can bless this
Gold bottles, lot of bitches
It's like when we would cypher they raised and gave me life,
We will never die, we are forever alive
And i feared that my fans say i failed
Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised
I wasn't raised a dumb little ass though,
And ya section know when any day tecs could blow
'98 i was born and raised partially,
Once as a slave who imagined being free
I tell um i was raised like that
Yo, i'll bet she be back
On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.
I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste
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