The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.
Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,
Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby
When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,
And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches
Corporate motherfuckers, yeah, y'all can't even copy this,
In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine
All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,
They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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