I bet if I
Spent all my money on Gucci, designer well
Then I could try
To fit in with all of the fraudulent fuckery they front all the time
But truthfully I
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't really give a fuck
Oh
I wish that I knew how to quit I'm a glutton for pain
Out here chasing a dream that don't pay right away
And oh honey
I would do this shit for no money
Ten years you ain't pop yet you big dummy
Talent I got you can't take from me
And I couldn't stop if I tried
You know I'm black like February
Plus 11 months that's kind of scary
If I light a blunt Tina Mixed with Mary
Plus a Lil Kim Brooklyn I'm heavy
Both of them
Nigga I want both of them
Fame and the glory
Couple kids and a crib hella big
And my face on every poster
I remember crying looking at the Garden thinking that I'll never get there
That's just how it goes everybody knows sometimes life ain't fair
Six months later
God showed out
Sang the anthem to a sold out crowd
Mama so it happen she's gone now
Kind of faith that removes all doubt
Oh
I wish That I knew how to quit I'm a glutton for pain
Out here chasing a dream that don't pay right away
But oh honey
I would do this shit for no money
Ten years you ain't pop yet you big dummy
Talent I got you can't take from me
And I couldn't stop if I tried
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