My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.
And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real
Naming his account eminem, putting a photo of shady
And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby
But it never rain in california unless the pistols out
Okay lets have a look at your account and see what it's all about:
How i'm outgoing but don't be going out
I'm talking first place, ten stacks in your account
You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out
Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account
My bank of america account got six figures
Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures
Sounds like they got a thong on and got strong bonds with feminine activists
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,
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