That's the window into the sky
Im just that type of guy
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
Contagious contagion, i am a female but you niggas take the apron..
I saw a crazed shooter run away screaming in a blast of rage
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you
And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/
See, i like the person that you are
I feel like another pile of lumber
If i could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
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