U coulda got out the way, now ur in a battle uphill
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game
Coming to enslave and take my raps to the rappers hall of fame
But you hate them navel kisses
You coming too so tell em this
See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,
Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree
The game is my faith, i love fame, i’m paving the way,
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,
He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day
Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.
I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,
Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name
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