Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
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
But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
I'm losing my stature
Or something that you paid for
I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind
These kids hating saying i've been losing my mind
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
God is at my window but the devils at my door
First off congratulations on the win
My grip on the real world's losing traction.
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