And i'm still climbing
And then i started writing,
Writing relentless on sheets
Little more weed, first class seats
It doesn't matter though cause i'm going regardless
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.
She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day
Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay
I'm writing this letter with words
Shout out bobby on hundreds
I got a big fear of flying
That’s just something worth writing
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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