Soap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like 'All My Children'.
I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta take this
I got a lot of friends that come up off the strip for me. The same ones that'll come up off the hip for me.
Guess you lose some & win some, long as the outcome is income.
Lately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence. They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments.
Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from. Probably some bad hoes I'm bouta take the hint from