Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war
And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this
You gotta know the motto get money then bitches
You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches
Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with
Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,
The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.
Now, if you was the last man walking on earth
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat
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