Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,
Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree
The shit that you're spittin's diminished, and now missing like my virginity
And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk
My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Losing track of time as i jump portal to portal
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