Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills
I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
Six rebels lost in their thoughts
Back in the motherfuckin bay
King of rebels?, they say
Cause my mother let me do what i want
Were the best challengers you're shits pillow soft
We spit hard rhymes,that make you soft.
Mr. underdog and this is not a bark
Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven
But it was africa the continent we all came from
Indubitably i'm too street
Her voice was soft and sweet,
Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub
Lungs soft as fuck/ your coughing up
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