I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit
At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit
So i might find when it's my time and my fly rhymes have a byline
Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time
I pick an outfit and walk down the stairs to the washroom
I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room
Roll you up and let it run through my veins
Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes
All my women fly as shit,
Told you camp lo was my favorite
That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit
Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit
Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,
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