Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit
I don't know, obviously i disappear
No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,
Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle
Being a white knight ain't acceptable
Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic
Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip
I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich
Nothins stopping me from being rich
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