You other brothers can’t deny
It was my home by i made die
The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own
And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
We both teenagers with the same mind state
Yet i forgot the promises i made
I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Take back all the mistakes i made
Hoping that he's listening
I've made it in the building
Its the way god made me
We like to party
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