Soap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like 'All My Children'.
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
Face to face, just you and me, with no rules. Just like you, I get lonely too.
Mad cause he aint like me... Oh you mad cause nobody ever did it like me.
Burn bread every day boy, no toaster
But you could miss me with all that, diss me then crawl back. I really wish yall would fall back, but gettin rich suppose to solve that.