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Booka600
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Wait, Matthew, did you make this?
Can't do right
They been blaming me for shit all my life
I pray we got rich all the time
Get to the money, green, more like lime
Chasing limelight
Won't chase a bitch still right behind
Looking real good, shit, more like fine
She can get the wood, it's more like pine
They rebuff life insurance
Ain't want my life insured
All the shit that I endured changed me
We grieve on one accord
All the shit that we support
**** in here for the boys lately
Everything that I done tried
What I did just to survive
Shit running through my mind, racing
Tell life what I implied was things that never die
You wish that we can trade places
You ever lost the guys or ever cost a life?
Knowing damn well you could never face it
Then you go lose a fight and it ain't about the size
You got a deal with God creation
This ain't medieval times
These camera going live
Catch you with pictures of your face
I had to realize nobodies by my side
Unless I'm buying something daily
Balance my comma lately
Cut him off, no amputation
Comments from the fake pages made me
Won't stop because you hate me
That's just your obligation
Can't live without this shit, you praise me
All the shit that I provide
People went out to die
I won't deprive my lady
Just when our worlds collide
I won't be penalized 'cause you the one that was engraved
Can't do right
They been blaming me for shit all my life
I pray we got rich all the time
Get to the money, green, more like lime
Chasing limelight
Won't chase a bitch still right behind
Looking real good, shit, more like fine
She can get the wood, it's more like pine
Written by: Booka600
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