One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers
Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
Ain't got time to feel so sad, smile and have fun cause that's all we had
Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest
You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc
Still moving forward like a 2 year old
And copy what's hot until that goes cold
I see your trying to run cmon man lets have some fun,
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
And i need you to show me love
This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,
You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack
I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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