Hit or miss


Sometimes it's hit or miss,
Got theses memories full of misery,
that be hunting me,
Growing up in poverty had to fight to eat,
obviously,
We had a right to feast,
it's a contest of a dying breed of I had less I wouldn't have a thing,
So I did my best to snatch up everything,
Had it my way call me burger king,
sitting on my throne have you heard of me, I did it on my own,
So I can garantee,
Every word is strong burn like kerosene learned from a pedigree of niccas after everything,
The only thing that mattered after what I seen,
Was never get captured by the other team,
It's hit or miss.

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