The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon
I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one
Our children must be taught, of africa
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed
Emcee m b, remember the name.
Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
I said i got my ass beat
That means i have lightning speed,
Like, what the fuck is that achieving you demon
We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young
The speed causes laughter
What is hittin' for
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