Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours
And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Its yours until the protocol
I'm a fucking rap star
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
Always speak your mind, to yours truly
I flash smiles at the mean looks
You are always mine, i aint never yours
Leaves yours sitting on the curb
Girl, i put in that work
Epic, they used to feed me detours
My raps is better then yours
So all that other shit you on dead, burial
If i truly wanted a sequel
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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