Yeah, I'm a 80s baby, crazy how the world made me, Lord, I pray that mama gone pop
Middle class
No, really I think I got my life together
To the top could it fill in my flow came from the bottom in the ceiling is gold
I never tell him that I got him cuz they already know from a little bit of town in a country road
Never forget where I came from never aimless sights from the top and my mind never changes
Chilling with the animal up in a cage name this man. It's understandable
It's all for the fame guarantee to spread make them all up and hit this set up all that before I get
People talking that I don't need a face
Donate some time never donate my cake kids on the road from a place unknown
Deal with the real could the fake is shown a true colors when the shake is on
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