The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
And that´s how it has begun
You get close but no cigar
Bad, just like an 80's car
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
I finally got a girl, mom!/
This rapping is just a charm
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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