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I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it For me to have this much appeal like this, is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fucking dick Fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at gats If I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whupped some ass I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp On the fact I've sacrificed everything I have I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at This is wack, this is more than I ever could of asked Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood or mask What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that? It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never woulda rapped I sold my soul to the devil I'll never get it back I just wanna leave this game with level head intact Imagine going from being a no one to seeing Everything blow up and all you did was just grow up emceeing It's fucking crazy, cause all I wanted was to give Hailie The life I never had, instead I forced us to live alienated
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