Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change
So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,
Working my way to the top
It’s hip-hop, not pop
So it's nothing to finish
The world just what i'm working with
Will somebody please show me how
But i'm working on the next one now
That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat
You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but
Working the drywall partying it up
"contemplate", i wrote about her
But i'm not really working the corner,
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