They like talking, its like gossip
Tim fuckin duncan, posting up
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries
Had no ambitions and no drive.
They getting nice, they got some ice
Want to let you know i love you
You just gotta keep pushin thru
My rapping moves on ,from the depression
What up girl, tell me how you been
I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
Sometimes i get really bad depression,
My talent should take me places i've never been
When drunk i only drink beer
But luckily tim changed my year
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