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But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin' with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we talk
You niggas ain't
money, fuck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't
money, fuck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't
I'm Rock Lee boutta open up my 7th gate yuh
I can't feel my body and I cannot feel my face
Call me Peter Parker feel in love with Mary Jane
Boutta
play with me some more
Touch my body, throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel like you never did
Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs
All
They don't know where I'm aiming
Ain't no choice but to make it
It's not in me to fake it
I put my life inside my lyrics, figured facts should come with
a nightmare for anyone
White with a badge or anyone slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in
Pardon me y'all the racists I run against
getting me to understand
Baby, I'm the white man
Why was I born with this curse
If nothing else, let's not sugarcoat
I'm the one that put you on that boat
know I go
Just let my guys go
We hit em with some nyquil
Fly so ill
So ill we about to kill
Toby
You look like a phony version of stony
You obviously
never will have to take it
Facing, every battle with you by my side
Still throwing punches
I put up a fight
Wanting you with me
Want you to be mine
So
knock me off my wave
I'mma keep that shit one hundred with my people the whole way
I've been running away from my problems
I've been getting high and it's
the back to me
Sittin in her chair with an all-white gown
Said said (Dana Dane, won't you please lay down?)
She said that she wouldn't reveal her face
Till
make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.
today I enter my late twenties officially,
or react with water initially.
I'm dead to the world right now
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class
To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass
But I'm early to a arival beatbox, you got
haven't shared this with anybody
But myself and two of my friends
So just sit tight it's gonna be a long one
But buckle up and enjoy the ride
Let's go
I
it's gold
Tell me what you feel and tell me what is known
Lost in your ways now i'm sat here by my phone
No trust in these girls, coz the street don't
grew just to see from my height
Is it true that you'll be down 6 feet by tonight
Is it true Haley fought Bhad Bhabie and despite
Being quick on her feet
that ass
It's all cash
Cause the Johnny seed is apple with the pad
I'm just writing out my past
Talking bloody 'bout my dad
I'm a ghost I don't need
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
away from these things, man
Or you might just end up in a coffin and not breathing
But you'll be still crutching onto your crutch with
The numbers 8-5-3
showed me that I could just do it all on my own
Me and all my boys, all my homies and if it wasn't for him killing that beat
I would have never got
could've fooled me
My history teacher name was Chuck D
I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose
Punch my ticket to the top with these wicked point
night
Bet you can't tell
If I'm black or white
Turn out the lights
Stand here by my side
Cause we're all alike
On the inside
One step up
Then two
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