She wanted to fight at first
I stand on top of the world
Nah for you it's the beginning of the end
Cause i was never hesitant to represent
The good kid from the ugly city
They tryna see the end of me
But keep them cigarettes away
And at the end of the day,
I can teach you all the sounds of love
I have the end goal of becomin' famous,
Momma say, you making me lose pay
Because at the end of the day,
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
Give them something to live for instead of the week end,
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