Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.
Golly wolly i, still hear the hate
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
I hate police so im saving the street!
Raise my name, but i hate the fame
Floor seats at that wizards game
Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly
So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy
Turned into the good guy
I be ballin, they wonder why
Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch
To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much
I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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