Money is most of y'all interest
I don't give a damn what you think,
Ok you think a nigga shallow
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
This is the shit that is makin' me cynical
Everytime i think of you, even a little
You fags think it's all a game
Then lost my faith again
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Fuck a fake baller, i can clean them with holy water
Gasp i think you need a minute
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
Step up if you think your a contender ill leave you tender
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes
Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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