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.
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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