My Style
• Written by -ExtinctShadow-
Your over there kickin,
im on the court flickin,
im at home spitin,
stop gold diggin,
your the one with no fame,
the sound of a gun going bang,
dont try to battle Saint James,
He'll make you go back where you came,
dont blame yourself,
i dont care if you work Santa Claus's elfs,
there is a contract you delt,
tell me how that felt,
i am the only one that will make your heart melt,
your dead with ugly silk,
someone help this guy needs some milk,
dude you too high your eyes are blurry,
plz sit down and dont worry,
im doing this for me,
i aint no wannabe,
keepers keep,
the hill is steep,
but it wont stop me,
dont you see,
Saint, and Legacy are like fams,
staying the way i am,
is like putting you on cam,
turning you to a little pony or lamb,
stop making noices like DAMN,
stop the apologizes,
my rhymes slow down the degree,
You the dog that wants a treat,
dont try to be neat,
go be fat and eat,
these are facts,your smartness has lacked,
you have no homies to go back to back,
go find a different way to act,
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-ExtinctShadow-
Member since February 22 2017