I'm good without a roof over my head. The government tryna force me to use gunkead. But instead, i'm still tryna get two flights of stairs ahead. I'm personal so i need my own bed. I know things gone get better it just takes faith. People try to pull you down. So the devil invented the word "hate" The Lord only knows my fate. This  guys swerving on the road. I keep my lane narrow and straight. Theygot the sad facelike they curfew 7 past 8. Imma future billionaire just follow my pace. Running fast like i'm scared of my race. Head full of confidence like shoes with Lace. I'm living good regardless just follow my pace......


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