I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
Love is so confusing
Look at all the hoes you losing
And real bitches don't respect you
Losing my mind. tried to think through.
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
First off congratulations on the win
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
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane
We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game
This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit
My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred
Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
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