You be saying something but i cant hear ya
Our history that they stole, africa
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
You want to say something about me?
Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
I'm about to spit something so sick
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about
And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground
Thank you for encouraging me to do my thing, and not worrying too much about yourself
We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself
Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price
Maybe i'll teach you something about how we deal with strife.
Not saying this is all about me
Fuck that now trying get the money
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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