Exhausted
I've been bending I've got back pains
Enough stress to fill 80 ashtrays
My knuckles on x Rays
Injured as I'm fighting bad days
Smiling ,grinding
Money is necessary
I want a Lexus party
Meet play boy carti
That's why I'm still farming
Last time I was farming,
A drought took my profit out
Before that a flood put my effort in the mud
Even before that there's a thousand stories which denied me glory
I just continue ,I show up
Responsible for my glow up
Despite nothing and no one paying
I'm still working still praying
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