So i'mma talk about a little bit of that
I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad
Got a beans if you wanna pop
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock
Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell
And even if i do i know my momma gon be well
And i'm still hurtin over pops
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
This for my niggas that really rap hard
I talk to myself in the dark
I got 20 thousand views of french itself
Wake up in the morning and i ask myself
Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest
It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,
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