You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,
Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective
Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks
Not just another dick that thinks he's got swagger
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous
Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules
His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,
Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
Looks at that young ass and thinks to do nothing but kill her
Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right
I don't have a decent mic and no one thinks it's alright
So you can ask black thought if i know my roots
His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,
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