Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot
I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while
Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,
That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes
A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube
See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe
Older people looking at me how i bought all of this
Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches
Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse
You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers
When all of a sudden the ride stops with a bump
Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different
I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile
The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/
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