Almost cried right on the spot
Swore i was a big shot
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Rock a nigga out his socks
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
Cutting shit up i got a tucked saw zaw what the fucks up law dog
Dont be afraid of big companies
E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees
I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen
It just dont seem a nigga with nothin can really live his dream
Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
So many chicks, i be like a dog with ticks
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