Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
That's that computer love
But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip
He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.
Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,
Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Hahaha... computer, i'm the longest and you still cannot say a thing to me!
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Put that on everything these other bitches anything
Then they saw my computer screen, their eyes fixed on my ping.
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