Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,
It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look
Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/
Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out
God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd
Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud
Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song
Just delete that old account, no one will be sad that you're gone.
Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit
Got a stack of ones and a a lack of funds in an account, you ain't even know it,
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round
Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out
We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows
Or you'll subscribe to my youtube account zayjoshlive i started editing videos
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