But im a guy who loves to speak rap
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
A teen with ugly braces
But you hate them navel kisses
They infiltrate our homes, africa
Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya
Lying to yourself, all over an image
Funny how some money make a bitch switch
And im still a teen genius, that part of me never left
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,
I get my cake; i love hip hop
See i came up from the bottom as a hassling teen
To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team
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