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Never had a family to turn to, bag of weed to burn through, so me getting famous, this
sh*t I actually deserve to. Horrific nightmares, and fantasies to serve you, act like a psycho
I got the nerve to! How come it's always about b*tches, and talkin' about riches, and walkin'
it out, this is me chalkin' 'em out, witness provocative sound, disses I'm tossin' around,
mission is knockin' 'em down, this *** is causin' a drought, isn't it bogglin' how one
rapper can be so dope but never get promoted? Answer that, cause he don't know, and he's
so broke that he can't even eat no' mo', behind on all of his bills because his cheese don't
grow. My life is usually harsh, I got a bruise in my heart, that's why my music is dark,
I gotta do it, it's part, of the reason I was put on this planet we call Earth, hopefully
in the end I'll see what it was all worth.