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Write About It
by ER Black
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Look, I got it
I walk on stage show stopping
What's popping
My mojo joe like blossom
Young god son
My whole team knows no gossip
I know my foes don't got shit
Chick in my phone exotic
Couple of bands and I'm about to go blow it on something I probably don't even need
Came up from nothing I lie to you not my whole family looking like some refugees
Left the crib at like 18
I'm self made that's the main thing
Made a couple racks like 18
And I'm not going back that's on everything that's on everything
I just left the doctor they told me I'm sick and nauseous
I heard that I got a problem I think that they're right about it though
I can't do no lying I've barely been trying to hide it
I'm living life like I'm dying but hope that they write about it though
Look, I'm young and reckless
My presence is my latest present
No PJ but I pull up rocking what I just had slept in
Your latest flex is my exes that you just slept with over copyrighted beats don't see Artistic independence
You didn't make it out of the trenches
A lion in the den and if you're coming incorrect you might just end up in my dentures
Might just be offensive though
Hope they got the lesson though
If people close don't help your soul I tell them Elsa let it go
Hit my mark set ready go
Art on Michelangelo
Heart on if she heart on if she
Fruity picture computer blue there's nothing new I shoot the jay
End my day namaste
Acting like they're hard oh my god out my way
Who are you to me
Murder beats no eulogy
A lot of them say they're really from
Who are who are you to me
Murder beats no eulogy
A lot of them say they're really from the streets they're not, capice
I just left the doctor they told me I'm sick and nauseous
I heard that I got a problem I think that they're right about it though
I can't do no lying I've barely been trying to hide it
I'm living life like I'm dying but hope that they write about it though
I heard the sirens I'm wondering when they'll find me
I'm running and got a lot of police that are right behind me though
They'll find a problem and soon they're going to find a body my only wish is they riot and tell my mom that I'm sorry
Look, I got it
I walk on stage show stopping
What's popping
My mojo joe like blossom
Young god son
My whole team knows no gossip
I know my foes don't got shit
Chick in my phone exotic
Couple of bands and I'm about to go blow it on something I probably don't even need
Came up from nothing I lie to you not my whole family looking like some refugees
Left the crib at like 18
I'm self made that's the main thing
Made a couple racks like 18
And I'm not going back that's on everything that's on everything
I just left the doctor they told me I'm sick and nauseous
I heard that I got a problem I think that they're right about it though
I can't do no lying I've barely been trying to hide it
I'm living life like I'm dying but hope that they write about it though
Look, I'm young and reckless
My presence is my latest present
No PJ but I pull up rocking what I just had slept in
Your latest flex is my exes that you just slept with over copyrighted beats don't see Artistic independence
You didn't make it out of the trenches
A lion in the den and if you're coming incorrect you might just end up in my dentures
Might just be offensive though
Hope they got the lesson though
If people close don't help your soul I tell them Elsa let it go
Hit my mark set ready go
Art on Michelangelo
Heart on if she heart on if she
Fruity picture computer blue there's nothing new I shoot the jay
End my day namaste
Acting like they're hard oh my god out my way
Who are you to me
Murder beats no eulogy
A lot of them say they're really from
Who are who are you to me
Murder beats no eulogy
A lot of them say they're really from the streets they're not, capice
I just left the doctor they told me I'm sick and nauseous
I heard that I got a problem I think that they're right about it though
I can't do no lying I've barely been trying to hide it
I'm living life like I'm dying but hope that they write about it though
I heard the sirens I'm wondering when they'll find me
I'm running and got a lot of police that are right behind me though
They'll find a problem and soon they're going to find a body my only wish is they riot and tell my mom that I'm sorry
