People forgettin about hard work and that grind
See there no place better than the state of my mind
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,
Gain respect by stealing everything from a man trying his best to work for a car
Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
They don't care for you, they want a quick dollar,
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