Ive got to much anger
Shit i'm the the rapper
To much to see,man im going insane
Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim
To much killing around too much suspense.
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
From dawn to dusk thinking about my crush
They call me say, word
Puttin in work, to much work,
My life was in a vault and all the bitches used to hiss thinking
Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing
I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
I was beginning to be thinking you weren't receiving it.
See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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