Piccolos playing, while a nigga just chilling
I see the devil grinning, as if he winning
Nestled in my brain, life's a game but i'm not playing
I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting
God better forbid that i have a kid,
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
A lot of humans get a little nervous when they see the steps,
I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out
As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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