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To whom it may concern, my life been so crazy, just a young nigga florida thinking money won't change me, lost a couple soldiers but that's just what it is, i'm finally accepting the life that i live

Got 2 beautiful kids, the reason i'm still here

But the rest of people the reason i disappear

Too many people watching me, always feel like they stalking me

I don't think I want the fame no more (no, no)

But then again i love going on tour

Oh baby, if I ain't have this corvette parked outside, or if i never ever told you a lie, if i had as much fans as the world could have seen, if all of it went away would you still love me? still love me

Still want me

Still love, me?