Its obvious and clear that there is no air Everything is dirty, not one of them is fair From the time I was an underdog now I am a player Whats certain is that u cant win without a prayer.
I have an illness, how can I be prepared She is my distraction and she never cares I died for her sweetness thats what dared Instead pain after that has always stared.
I thank her for making me a champion Her deep hate made my hustle a gabion Im winning because of her dirty horn That evil play gave me a title like fabion.
As I cry with pain,I count another trophy When I blame myself, everyone knows me My cheeks are all wet, my flow becomes a gold list Thanks once again for defining me shawty. Burning just for the sake of affection I love and hate it being in this situation After all I will make my creation And make the best out of this occasion.