Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
I'm burning up, slow-ely. hope somebody notices me.
10th grade, eyes red as shit
I treat my money like its sacred
And panned out, i'm all in love
You off, you treat rap like a business
This trick is a treat for me
Shit with our whole family
Burrowed out in victory for somebody i don't see seeing me
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Dozen try to beat me, i treat em' like spam/
*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Act like im no longer a somebody
Parents treat me like a baby
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
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