Moms really getting mad when i call you that
I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad
In my room i can be me
Fuck that nigga, i am the party
I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,
Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june
I talk to myself in the dark
A working genius, a work of art
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock
This is the part where we run hip hop
I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.
I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one
I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.
Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen
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