[Hook: Aaron Deux]

I got no bitches in my lane, pa said, "never trust these hoes,"
Got no money to my name, ma say, "that's the way it goes,"
I'm thinking how to make a difference...
I'm thinking how to make a difference...
I got no bitches in my lane, pa said, "never trust these hoes,"
Got no money to my name, ma say, "that's the way it goes,"
I'm thinking how to make a difference...
My mind is always being shifted

[Verse 1: Aaron Deux]

Hey Mr. Rapper, Hey Mr. Rapper
Heard you tryna be a lover, and not just another fucking scrapper
You a contradiction nigga, put yo frame up in pictures
Blow yo name up with Swishers, Rock that name like sediments
Tell them let him in, rocking Letterman's but the penmanship ain't settling for nothing, Track in the back of the mind makes a nigga retract in the back for something
But the categories at minimum, Waging tryna get the minimum
See significant signs, lying down telling these lies Now it's your turn
Like the right away, Just hope you better pick the right away
And not just the ruff rider way, Just play DMX with we ride away
And thats my mind-state of minding all commodities, staying in shape because there's no free ride for me
My circle thin, looking like an ellipse and when
I say it and will say it to the land of the fakest and hearts who never made it and the martyrs of the mated tryna be celebrated by the many of the weighted of uncalibrated famous reach the pinnacle of greatest with a comma
No comments on my legacy write illegible honors

[Hook]