BITCH BOY
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S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan I got no stylist, I got no style Low profile, Low profile I ain't got no money, I'm an asshole Broke mother fucker no king in the castle Do you like my hands in the choke hold Pro-bono with the work flow Welcome to my cubicle My destiny in crucible My life is like a musical With a really shitty plot and some worse fucking actors Somebody getting shot, it's a video A different kind of chatter, what the f*ck you think I'm after I don't sell dope, no But they hit my cellphone This grease on my elbows Ain't from the streets, hell no I'm a product of the system And traditions with restrictions My conditions finding distance From myself and my resistance My written works of wisdom Make me change my position My existence based on competition Written crucifixion S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan I got no stylist, I got no style Low profile, Low profile S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan I got no stylist, I got no style Low profile, Low profile In the studio 4 am I'm on the night shift Roll another up hoping that I can write this Writers block is on the low I gotta get past this Homies taking shots Another one down We running in last place Waiting for a tour man its passing me by Back on track I'm running my laps I'll prolapse My body's gonna hate this Focus some more Not an ounce of the fake shit Ounce of diesel got the fuel to prolong this I saw the ceiling and I know I had to break this, break this Break yo neck and I break yo spine Give a bitch latex that kid ain't mine Split that check my half is fine Driving fast on the one o one Going one hundred and six in a forty five You gave a hundred of fucks but can't waste my time S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan I got no stylist, I got no style Low profile, Low profile S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan I got no stylist, I got no style Low profile, Low profile Kill the pussy for some Prada Louis V and Cactus Flea Master P when I prestige Lil Wayne with the way I lean Feel like Yeezy on an ultra light beam Know a couple shooters with a red dot beam Done with the name drop Boy you in the same spot Super Saiyan Super Saiyan Bitches pray to me like a fucking seance I talk my shit it's a fact that I don't talk a lot So when you hear me speak I speak facts So take a peep enlighten yourself with what I'm talking bout Working on a mil that's a lot for my pocket slot I wanna be so rich I can crash my whip Then cop another in the parking lot It's really nice I got real advice For when you talking slight Now you're in my sights Spare me Two times to level up now it's getting scary I saved my life I saved my mind Do it three more times I'm saving God Three more times I'm saving God Three more times I'm saving God Three more times I'm saving God Three more times I'm saving God
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