Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,
It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,
After this eighth be high like out of middle school
Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't
To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost
Girl i know you like that, you crazy
And deal with the hell that was in front of me,
To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
Wantin to go and kick in the door of all the niggas that want come get it
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
Of being rich and powerful
A criminal grind mean hustle
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