To all the frauds stop faking, relax
Barley-wine brews and broiling brats
Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime
So stupid, when i spit a rhyme i commit a crime,
I used to wonder why in the hell you would make me suffer
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you
How in the hell did it end up like this, sitting here why me but now i do
Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
So you can thank the little unfair snitch,
Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,
Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone
Why was i so stupid i was born in this nonsense
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Miami nights, made a couple grand
Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant
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