I'm a fucking rap star
You get close but no cigar
But let me thank destiny i'm still alive
Listen close, and let your mind visualize
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.
Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes
Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close
Can't touch me, can't even close
I kill shows and bag more clothes
Mirror mirror on the wall
Jesus what a fucking close call,
Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,
She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock
You're getting too close
But keep on your clothes
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