Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill
A few raps can decide my career,
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,
First off congratulations on the win
To get that good occupation
To make karma come faster than she normally will
To get good from that, unimaginable,
Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind
Prior to his entire career being retired
For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish
Just looking to get groomed by niggas who's good at this
My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,
It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
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