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my blunt rhymes
are worth more than your blood line
but you know i’m still unsigned
you need some time to unwind
go head’ grab the wine
lemme see your hands
cuz somebody listening seized the plans
you thought this was a sad song
now you know you’re that wrong
put away a bad thong
this sh-t isn’t that long
ay yo somebody p-ss the mic
i think they hate me just to spite-
the fact that i’m rapping
better then half the of you asking are you whack is the question
if you ask for some action
it’ll lack a reaction
from me. these simple minded people still somehow thing that we’re free. i just wanna live in my own country
but there’s no place left in the sp-ce that i have
the only person i see truly care is my dad
why is everybody who’s around me fake as f-ck
they got satan’s touch
you a snake unstuck
i got lakers luck
and you a faker, f-ck
and i hate this stuff
but it must be done
because all you motherf-ckers are useless crumbs
you can try to step in my path
i’m p-ssing you if you’re trash
i’m getting to my peak at last
i’m dashing fast to reach my gl-ss
and you can be last place in cl-ss
but that don’t mean you won’t make cash
i’m going fast
down a one way road
gonna get me
this runway gold
it’ll set me. till i grow old
gonna dig me
another hole
gonna get me
this runway gold
it’ll set me. till i grow old
gonna dig me
another hole
gonna get me
this runway gold. yea
i paint a pretty picture but my life ain’t even stevens
i smoke away my feelings
and i’m smoking with my demons
i work on this sh-t everyday and you don’t see me leaving
it’s all about the work ethic you motherf-ckers leaching
lemme hear again about a mother f-cking protocol
that sh-t got me so d-mn p-ssed i drive my pen right through your skull
all this sh-t go tall. tall
bump it through the wall. wall
impeccable from pakistan to
tokyo chicago
in fact i think it’s time for the truth
no ones really happy. no. not even a few. (a few)
of you
that’s why i spend my time in the booth
this sh-t is therapeutic, to me but maybe not to you
i only got a few-
more thoughts to spew
then maybe i’ll rewind time and we’ll be through
you can go a pair and walk away
but for now i’ll say f-ck your offers too
yo i started off a year ago
got myself a microphone
and now i got an eerie flow
so here we go
double the time
double the rhymes
and now i got material
to give you all
what you wanna hear and see
sippin on the hennessy
comin through with h-lla weed
smoking trees
and double d’s
motherf-ckers get with me
because they see i got the deed
to this rap game of course
are you willing to feel the force
i’m infesting your home like the trojan horse
take me home for a four course meal
what’s the deal?
man i come with real sh-t
that’s what i’ve done since day one
man i’m at the show to steel this
anybody feel this?
cuz i’m cracking
and snapping
anybody mumble rapping
grab a napkin
man i’m packin
heat in these punches
pack your lunches
get away from the crime zone
i’m getting chased by the popo
i’m going fast
down a one way road
gonna get me
this runway gold
it’ll set me. till i grow old
gonna dig me
another hole
gonna get me
this runway gold
it’ll set me. till i grow old
gonna dig me
another hole
gonna get me
this runway gold
cuz i’m the sickest motherf-cker who can spit this sh-t
cuz i am sl!ck with it
you don’t get the win
i came from nothing
built these sk!lls from nothing
and now it’s something
and i did it on my own
i didn’t use my telephone
and i’m gunning for the gold
and i’m out of your control
you just do what you’re told
and i’ll never be no fool
never beat me with a poll
yes i’m here to steal your soul
only gift to me was coal
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