Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
I should michael jordan these rappers
From the stars down to where this next verse bursts.
Cuz im from an empty space where all u hear is echos
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
They know where i come from
I don't see a problem
Bt well this is rap and u write a poem..
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
I ain't hear you clear
U derive peace from fear
I know what you do with that
Where the hell is my mental rap?!
I embody where real rap resides.
I'm sydney dean ya'll wesley snipes
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