You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening
Your intestines out and use them for rope skipping
When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope
Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
And even your friends at school.
That was till she chose a school
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
While we going through the school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat
When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope
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