My grip on the real world's losing traction.
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.
Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form
My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling
I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing
Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind
These kids hating saying i've been losing my mind
But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney
And i got a little big, keep it low key
You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
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