he old me a lot stack I'm not go be mad I go show him some respite if he said something bold to me I gone beat him up he go get jack he give me 2 million I'm rich as hack I know what I go do with my life I fin to be a famous rapper i fin do my music nice i need some food I need a bowl of rice I want this rap staff I'm not lying my moma understand because she crying i get microphone for rap stuff i will buy it family told me to keep trying. everybody know what I'm doing I fin go to stage and say right I don't want how crowd booing want everybody to buy my music I pick the right one I was chosen