This is a song about "Convention predict technique psychology summary"

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Don't predict the story before you get to the end

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

You can't predict what's next, never been convicted.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

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But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Devil on my back realised i was tricked, couldnt predict,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

But if you expected that, then i guess you don't know my psychology

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Who'd predict shed come to me? make me feel so high,