LYRICS:
Spittin’ yola since 5 bucks in the bank boy 
I’m rollin with some soldiers we drive up in a tank boy 
These rappers young he ain’t never played a Gameboy 
& I don’t fuck girls with followers they all fame whores
A little change, that ain’t nothing I could change for 
Never been the type to bounce back I just sprang forward 
She let me hit & then I treat her like I ain’t know her 
Cuz she wasn’t this high on me when I was way lower 
I wonder why I lose my smile when the pain show up
I wonder if my momma proud although I ain’t blow up 
Went thru the worst it turned every verse to a flamethrower
Can tell u hurt cuz you wear your worth in a chain boy 
Don’t hear the lies on television they tried 
To tell us when we was kids we just lucky to be alive 
But I done lost count of the times that I done wished to die 
Never told us we need paper to prosper guess it’s implied  
I was dead broke but I ain’t never have a breakdown
& they was sleep but yo I think that they awake now 
Ain’t got no friends around I only keep a PayPal 
My stock raisin’ like I’m putting dried grapes out 
Barely giving effort I’m better than Lil whatever 
I could never give a F about nothin these niggas treasure 
Told my shorty she gave my world peace when I metta
& I just need to eat another beat when I get fed up 
I know u think u dead shit but bro I leave it deader
My King flow imma call this Chris Webber
& who taught em they angels are they protectors?
& u ain’t gotta revere us but you’ll respect us
I ain’t the greatest I’m just Better than the best was 
That’s why My ex chick look better your next does.

Chris Webber (Oochie Wally Remix)

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