We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
These other cats bring blasphemy
Rap like a robot? bitch they call me mechanic/
Just like a cannon from the teen in nick
Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//
I was born to do the damn thing
Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,
Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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