Rae took on the date with the purple tape
I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?
Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom
It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won
I'm in a zen mind state
New york, va, dc, get paid
They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,
Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
As i, fall deeper into a manic state
Left me at the farm with strangers
We are being wiped off the face of this earth
Raising mutants on a farm.
This rapping is just a charm
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