I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
They say they got you but when you broke they just disappear
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
We getting money, you can face the facts
And tired of his shit and tries to just split
But if you just allow me to show it,
But you ain't getting nothing, if you not prepared to take it
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
All you do is try to bloat, but that don't work when you don't have shit to show,
You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid
All you niggas say he will be undrafted but do you ever consider getting bested?
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