Of the book of your life
Inferior, but i'm nice
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Out of this coviction of feelings
Something more than reality cause i'm a tragedy waitin happen
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Like miley at vanity fair, its a tragedy/
All this happening to rap is tragedy.
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
But in the meantime it's lights please
Top of my pile of bodies
These past couple of days have been nothing but tragedy,
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
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