Lyrics:
two boys to look after
I don't sing for fun man
Wanted to rap
I can't rap
So that's my open letter man
Sorry to offend you man
But I love South Africa
over Jays
With shooting in broad day
Don't be savage
Come to my class I'll raise ya average
And teach you how to choose a path
So you can't Parrish
Real
always be sunny
But you can choose to chase your youth
Or get dragged down by the country
I am not in competition with any you bummish rappers
I just open
Fuck you for dying too soon Dice
Well…on the bright side
It looks like you ain't gotta go to Arizona again
Or waste any more breath yelling, tryna
that any day I'll spit it, I don't care (uh)
I'm like a king with the pen
Thank you, God. Amen
Thank you for giving me the chance
To show the world my
and still
Yh i'm building foreal
That new mental got me kicking with thrill
I'll tell the label only M's on the deal
Look but when i think about it fuck being
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get beat by seventeen wicked clowns
chance of pursing any further
Don't follow me out, like Limp Bizkit I'm Rollin
Not trollin, genuinely give no more fucks
Wish you happily ever after wish
out the vault
I do it at all cost
Mama look what I bought
I got sticks like top golf
Y’all niggas don’t want war
She suck me so long that her throat
no more Cris tonight
Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite
So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all
coward, I wonder how it, feels
To have to look at your moms, squeal, after I hit her with the steel
Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up
Believe whoever
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
of any moments of ager, resentment, , or criticism you hold with yourself. Breathe it in and on the exhale, Release that anger, or resentment into
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
can't teach
Don't ask whether my path is made of many defeats
If you didn't see through the scenes
A start of an epoch with many to teach
But those druids
better get the reverend
Rap,Overseas but I rep midwestern
Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best, and
Me I can't see with any depth perception
MCs
the street
Ain't faking any promise decline if I can't do the deed
Ain't no need to be dishonest you don't gotta lie to me
When I look at the rap game I try
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
Out in public
I just wanna buy some groceries
Don't wanna have to deal with
Strangers here approaching me
'Cause of of them might come to
Me and say
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
don't play with (play with)
Any time I pull up in broad day shit (doo-doo-doo)
Call my shooters from the go and they gon' spray shit (gang)
Now she
I had chains
I had chains
I had chains
I had chains
I don't want you to fuckin look at me like I didn't have any chains
I had chains
I had chains
bought koi,
but don't give him any water he's a Mogwai, Lost Boy,
but even outta line on point, when I stomp toys,
cats cry beef but they want soy,
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