Keep a secret deeper than the sea get
the meanest since Run DMC, the cleanest
stepped on the set to the point my jeans ripped
leaned it, with a clean grill, syrup sippin'
with more than enough heart to make sure ya listen
not enough cash so I left the proof of purchase missin'
snuck out more than I could carry, caught, rarely
skeletons in the closet with my emotions buried
just another spirit amongst me, itchin' like a junkie
to find somethin' above me, til' things got ugly
I escaped the process, like a immigrant to the country
it bugs me, how real I am but no one seems to love me
fuck that, I know I'm nice, so you bitches want to fuck me
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