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It's Da Kaveman

Uh yea

My momma said I smoke too much

But I won't give it up

But I just smoke to calm my nerves

Because I feel too much

I pray to god

Because I feel the devil inching up

Sometimes I feel like he don't hear me

Hope he listen up

I got my heart ripped out my chest

I had to stitch it up

I use dead pressy's as a band aid

Just to fix me up

Thumbing through them hundreds

Rich as fuck might get a paper cut

I never hated but they hate me

Cause my paper up

We all mortals if it's combat Ima finish em

Playing games this 40 blow

Like SEGA genesis

What you mean you want a fair one

It's like 10 of us

And my Brodie got like 30 in a denim clutch

Yea you know it's up

My heart got stepped on too much

So I can't give no love

I took some losses learned my lesson

Thanked the man above

I know he gave me all these battles

Just to make me tough

I ain't no killer but don't push me

You could call my bluff

And you can't step foot in my shoes

Cause you ain't man enough

He said he want my life

But belt to ass it's handing him

Forever ten toes

Cause that business what I'm standing on

Like the drum line Wild'n out

Feel like nick we letting cannons off

I treat my losses like my wins

But I don't lose so I'm like 10-0

Grew up in the trenches

So survival what I tend to know

I was raised without no father

But my momma raised a boss fasho

Shout out momma love

You the realest fasho

That's my heart

Momma said I'm losing weight

But maybe cause I'm selling it

They say life a crazy bitch

But she can't fuck me cause I'm celibate

I love the money not the hoes

But I still fuck em for the hell of it

I must got beef with my designers

Cause they always throwing hella fits

I learned the trap when I was young

So my school box had a scale in it

I don't mess with glocks that's stock

That's why this 40 got a tail in it

My momma said I smoke too much

But I won't give it up

But I just smoke to calm my nerves

Because I feel too much

I pray to god

Because I feel the devil inching up

Sometimes I feel like he don't hear me

Hope he listen up

I got my heart ripped out my chest

I had to stitch it up

I use dead pressy's as a band aid

Just to fix me up

Thumbing through them hundreds

Rich as fuck might get a paper cut

I never hated but they hate me

Cause my paper up