But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me
But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional
Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle
Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,
So i'mma talk about a little bit of that
All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/
They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage
I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
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