The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience
Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes
Backyard for the tadpoles, shutters for hating assholes,
At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands
On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands
And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart
To slaughter a house, cappin peels, starting from the backyard
Body with no regrets in the backyard next to my pets,im never dissin these
And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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