Had I Accepted The Pickle Juice, I

I Hope You Lay Down In Your Sleep And You Choke On Every Lie You Told

Clap For The Heavy Weight Champ Me But I Couldn't Do It All Alone We

Still I Rise Still I Fight Still I Might Crack A Smile Keep My Eyes On The Prize See My Haters Tell Em Hi

Fendi On My Slippers & My Cookies Always Slippery

Might Let Him Take It Home And Slaughter That/ He Got Friends For All Of My Friends/ They Ain't Leaving 'till We Say When/ And We Gon' Hangover The Next Day.