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[Intro]
I'm not a rapper I'm a slave in some chains
And u can tell by the name it'll look good with the number ones that I'll make

[Verse]
This freakin lack of sleep
It make me trip my people know I'm blacker than that sheep
They cracking whips I sell the truth for governmental cheese
Im packing scripts a movie screen I'm back for better seats
U niggas gotta eat, my soul was up for sale and then I profit anything u see
Living in the den cause there ain't never been no room for me
Chillin with my kin the only people that was cool with me
And know what I be going through without the crystal ball u See..
Forget a future living past and the present
Though my presence is a present not a present to the reverend
Sometimes I sit and think like will I make into heaven
Everybody got some question
I thought I had the answers
And I don't like to speak cuz when I'm talking no one answers
I just wanna hit the bank and leave full handed, Its like I ain't been outside in a week
And when people say they love me I smile in disbelief
The world is full of snakes the grass stay high so u can't see
On the tip of my toes sayin all I can do is leap
Giving tips to my bros
Like when we get put on
And when we killing these shows
Never forget where we from
In a city where the sun stays out, So these niggas always shady and
Mothers never teaching niggas how to treat a lady
So she thinking that hell stay
If she go and have his bae, What other 15 year old u know been writing like this lately
I just take my pen
And take my pad
And to be honest I don't pray for my sins
I pray for cash
Cuz the Benjamin the only nigga I trust
If u ain't one of my niggas it'll be hard to sit beside us
All I want to say is that I chose this life
I ain't never settled for it
Ain't it funny how this same nigga almost got aborted
And I wouldn't be.. all up in this studio recording, tryna get a message out but you know people gonna ignore it
Still gonna floor it
The pedal ain't break..
Rip, Rip 6 songs in the booth then we shake
Lookin for a fan think I'm doing what it takes
Sleep is the enemy of fame
And fame is a drug for the pain You can go both ways hear everyone in 954 wants a taste
And yeah everybody tryna bump hard bass, But are they really speaking truth on the drum 808s

[Outro]
I'm not a rapper I'm a slave in sums chains
I'm tryna boss up and make change
And u can tell by the name it'll look good with the number ones that I'll make
I'm not a rapper I'm a slave in sums chains
I'm tryna boss up and make change
And u can tell by the name it'll look good...