Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing
So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad
Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,
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.
You're uncool like my mother kin
Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving
So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar
Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star
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