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I grew up super duper poor, poverty Had a junkie daddy, sad story, got me a lot of Socrates wisdom No shot at being popular see, They don't like you if you're fat, rap & don't let your snatch hang, obviously, duh I got my title stole by little biddy bitches with a lot of hype but no soul Lotta big dick interests, get you signed, but know your role Its called pimpin, chicken headed syphilis, Catch it then you gotta get some medicine Lets talk, what's the latest gossip? Did you see her with him and what she was wearing? Oh my gosh, its sacrilegious Maybe it's exactly that, I need an exacto knife To cut up this new cocaine batch I'm tryna snort it all, save the world, leave no pebble unturned I think I love what I think I love, Am I high? Or is this earth? What's the word, oh that's right, self-esteem I never understood what that was supposed to really mean I can't breath I can't see, is this happening to me? They don't really seem to like me, naw Is it cause of the hype and all Don't judge me, don't judge me Cause you've never been in my shoes (2x) Aus Songtexte Mania