Yea I’m doing me I’ll never change up my style, to get the fame lust and smile, wearing chains fuck it’s vial, huh, fuck that, I will ball like a nut sack, swear to god homie I’ma make it where’s the trust at, now days rapping’s a profession to be chased, the expression on my face should teach a lesson of my taste, fuck those with no path of their own, now up goes anger try and pardon my zone, I wanna be the best to rap, but it's like no one hearing me. We're doing our thing, we ain't here to test you.īut if you feel threatened that's your own insecurity, I'm growing to own you, by my side are the best dudes, Whopping piece of cake, it's hard, so it is so true. The reason that I'm feeling that it tragically owned us. In this is thickness, I'm bad to the bone which Then I'd be ringing a different tune, slipped in pitsĬhick-en thinking, and this pen with ink dripsĪuditioned and this dick wants me to lip sync? Whenever I break, I think, and then I wait a bit, I say this ish,Īnd many people look at me strange, but in the meantime, To take this ink and then I make this shit That rap's an art-form, easiest choice alive No fuckin' way my vocal chords break, this voice is mineīitch, I'm with the thinking that all noise aside There isn't much to say at least in this point in time
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