More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
You sell yourself for better jobs
Never cuff a bitch or hoe cuz you'll end up by yourself
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Yeah, that there is a fight in itself
You're just hand clapping for yourself
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck
Everybody watching while you touching real money
People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me
And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane
I'm standing up for me, word savvy, and every kid who you caused pain/
To heaven's door -- shed so many tears
Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself
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