It feels like a big race,
Give players plenty space
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority
I wanted the money and never the fame
I need your love like plants need rain,
Cause even thugs get lonely, understand
This depression feels like being fucking stabbed
I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b
Everybody watching while you touching real money
Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change
It feels like december 8th
Inside it feels like im dying
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain
And reflect on the rap game, i came
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