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This my only chance left To prove to y'all I'm the best rapper In the fuckin' world Hey, hey Said thank God livin' I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister Make the ugliest decisions Bank on the filling Tell mama what the deal is How you grow up with the rich And now you wanna be a villain? Had a hunch and Doc' did it There's money in the written They fronted, I ain't trippin' It's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position It Be the spirits - Tell em keep the quickness Stay the fuck from out the business Give a fuck about a critic Wasn't in the trenches All the thunder in my chest and niggas wasn't interfering Cop a bunch, if I can spare it Struggle with appearance Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands Letras de cancionesSaid enough with the comparing Love I couldn't cherish Through the tunnel, see the glare All that clusters isn't carats Know it touch him when you hear it One up in the air And my love I be embarrassed Always stumble when you caring When the winters are the fairest Puddles and despair overcome [?] no [?] full of fear Runnin' into terror Uh, I Said thank god I'm livin' I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister Make the ugliest dec- Thank god I'm livin' I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister Thank god I'm livin' I ain't go to prison for my brother & my sister Make the ugliest decisions Bank on the filling [?] He's a nice guy From Letras Mania