I'm lookin at lames, they a neva be on my level
My words shine, niggas neva amount to my bezels
Neva been the battle type, yeah, but I'm airin shit
Not the one to boast, but, on the low I'm arrogant
........If I didn't turn my thoughts into scriptures
Fam a have shirts, dead homies, wit they pictures
Picture!
............Bullets hit ya then flip ya
Excruciatin pain, while you feel the lead rip ya
My mental compass got me goin south, I'm on the edge
Got me thinkin gun-to-mouth, forgive my sins, blowin heads-
Go to bed, or go at heads, I'm too skilled in it
To blow it all away, shit, I'm too real wit it
Smooth operator, its niggas wit deals dig it
Food for thought, I'm like meals-on-wheels wit it
But everytime I go to sleep, I wake up more ready
To go get this doe an live anotha day if the Lord let me....
Shit, if the Lord let me!
To be continued!
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First of all you wack ass dude, you was garbage from the jump, while you think you really doin somethin! Matter fact, drop somethin, all my attention on you now! The second lame to draw me in!
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Prodigy Psychologists hold up boards with shapes to get some insight on how someones mindstate is....you held up your rap and his faggot mind only seen struggling with homosexuality...says a lot
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