I'm ring winnin, my jeans different
And remember what i said and
And we crazy, homes
And nasty remains and bones
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different
As she goes through the levels
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
And their mothers and fathers
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Social conditioning and
She got me caught up in the moment
And get it again and again
What the fuck happened to rap when
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