Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim
Leave your running to your mamma,
Lucky seven probably poppa
And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her
Your on fire.. your on fire
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
I'm standing on the field full of land mines
Fuck your prison, fuck your life
Chromed-out mansion in paradise
Your family, your friends,
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
That's your soul along with your principles and your morals
Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves
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