In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
Losing track of time as i jump portal to portal
They just need convincing like malcolm little
Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",
These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same
So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame
We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game
So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force
Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/
Losing my first battle on here isn't a real biggie/
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
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