The mirror, bags under my eyes,
Never miss these things, see my game precise
With this fake smile upon my face. (like a mask?)
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
As much as i wanna leave
Pumpin babies from teen ladies
Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.
With such an ugly picture in it and
I'm gettin discouraged with her
I'm mexican rapper
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask
A far reach from them rap dudes
My swag is to the roof
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