He was the only one that was real to me/ believed in me even
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
When it's repping time, i get on extra grind
Of mine he cleared the demons i was facing in mankind
I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down
I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,
A ghetto in the making.
Flapjack, ooh he bring
13. this whole rap game in it's current making,
I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings
I'm bald bull to my little mac competition
For making me have a reason to put headphones in.
He probably doesn't know that rap was a piece of crap
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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