Give them something to live for instead of the week end,
Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,
At the end of the day he just wants to go home
Born alone, work alone, die alone
So close i could give flip a play
I walk to the end of the drive way
That's the end of the masterbigt show/
Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though
It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong
It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.
That's the end of the masterbigt show
The world looking out, they on the front row
This is the end of my fucking song
Yea, i been humble too long
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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