Gatsby!

Yo, uh, uh

Sweet and sour like it's minute made
Brighter days ended at 11, I got used to pain
Left the cage, young to get hurt, take my name in vain
Yeah, he just got to my level, we made different gains
Same shit, same day
Wages were tame, it took more than four years to realize we ain't the same
I'm game, for anybody who got something to say
I said I waded in the water that you poisoned for fame
I'm faded

Yo
Put a ring on the spite
On the reg you talking big but couldn't carry a mic
I keep it cool and put a cig to a light
Every time I get offended, I remember how you living your life
Yo
Shooting bricks out the lot, that's a scummy start
Take a chance on a dog, and invest in art
Rested hard, open wide, daily dose, closing in
The pseudonym of terror got you calling everyone a friend
Taking pats on the back, like you deserve an M
Debating him, the greatest who you'll never get to see again
Meet the ends, slaying since a child cause I felt the bends
Heard you leading till they bleeding cause you set the whens
At what expense I've been receding cause you setting trends



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Writer(s): Westside Junn
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