Picking on me, bullying me, people pointing fingers at me
And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy
Let's pretend he was a kid people were able to raise,
Put expressions in their music and create the face
Finally let's hope that he gets recognized,
To get inside my mind, itll be really ill advised
Let's pretend he was a kid people were able to raise,
Love the game know this is coming from a different place
You with a sword cut you into pieces then pray to jesus. boy i say bye, lie,
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
Then i can finally get outta this trance
Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps
Never can he mimic... maybe can admire
Finally finna find a child's style
Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish
Finally the bell rings and then he finally realizes
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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