We left em a world that's cursed
I'm in the the real world
Feelin top of the world
But i murder him first
‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night
Become the greatest rapper since pac died
Nigga trying to live like hova, but well
I stay hot like the fires from hell
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds
Give up now? you might as well, voice soundin' white as hell,
All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle
Started from the bottom, look what i become
Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from
To try and become the next mc
P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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