My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/
And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun
Got my head in my hands.
I'm popping rubber bands
That is my wish, my fantasy.
It ain't hard to make money
My words are my rhythm
I'm a son of gun
My words are my ignition for my ammunition,
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands
My shit thigh like my bootstraps
My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
My wondrous success bombs my regrets
I’m tryna be low key
These my rhymes and my story
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