I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways
From an african american stance
I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,
My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight
Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light
Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down
Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around
And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.
I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out
There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
Changing our ways to coincide with feds,
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