My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant
I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
With a little bit of passion
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar
She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar
My mum said all he did for her was "take my virginity"
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest
God is at my window but the devils at my door
My ambition is ammunition if this is war
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