For what for cookin crack
Where the black girls get their weaves back
I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace
Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face
No appropriate opponents but further should i condone it?
So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that
The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons
Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,
Now this is what i call an evening
Life,sc, im better then you in everything,
You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,
Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby
Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,
So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
Im not a wannabe,so don't front on me,i had the cops break my front window and taser
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