Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
At the same damn time
T get this paper so my get to see the holiday
End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.
Everybody watching while you touching real money
Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen
Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
Pine-green foams, they may never see the store
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
You don;t thin anymore
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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