Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
I was twelve when the gunned you
Losing my mind. tried to think through.
Im losing my vitality
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
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
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
The shit that you're spittin's diminished, and now missing like my virginity
You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Look at all the hoes you losing
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