And could i be a star
Blessed to be who they are
My god come before this bread
Skies are black, clouds are red
When you know that you are
Nigga i'm a hundred miles far
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me
Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing
I got my wife, so fuck the ring
She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
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