I'm smacking rappers like cheeks cause I'm a son of a bitch
I can't stand these streets cause I'm running this shit
I'm doing shit different, I'm swimming under the bridge
I'm standing out, cause these others just sit
It's not that hard to be the one with the shit
I just eat so many beats that my stomach don't fit
I put the lights out, every time I spit the mic down
You can't see shit it don't really matter that I'm white now
I don't understand why y'all don't understand it by now
I'm the real deal, y'all should end the show right now
I'm getting bigger while your jeans are getting so tight, ouch
You can't touch, my pen cause
I write so fucking fast plus
I am nuts
Call me fruity cause I'm bananas
Sometimes I get pissed cause I can't think
I can't wrap my head around shit and my neck twists
Rhyming is getting kinda hard right now
Plus I'm a wannabe old school gangster by not putting a hook cause a chorus blows,
And I got pretty much all bars to go
I can't always think of new shit to say
Cause it's unreal that I'm still in this bullshit place
I write my mind and what comes out is a foolish rage
I wanna rule this race
But writer's block
Drives me nuts
A blindish rush
I wanna pull the page
Fuck a school's exercise that's what pussies make
Grey people want me to do the same
But I'm just too insane, for a goodish brain
I just left the tide of mainstream, I'm no longer part of this faggot hype
I want a hectic life
And bitch I'mma get it
Cause the shit that I'm at is manic
My perseverance
Is on some academic level
I'll make my first appearance
And I'll be getting medals
Y'all just need to give me the chance, to kill shit
I'm generous, so I'll kill shit in advance
Together with Stone, tonight we not getting home, tonight we gotta get goin'
Sorry mommy and dad, I don't wanna be bad
But it's our only option
We gotta get out there, we don't wanna suck cocks and
We wanna do our own thing
Check it out yeah
He makes them beats
He don't really rap but he makes steps reached,
We cut off our phone so we cannot get reached
'till the end of at least
This year
Hit us back up December 25th, 2013
It's a blur that we're lost in
Word
We gotta work interrupted
Sorry
But we'll be sure to erupt
So don't worry
I can't stand these streets cause I'm running this shit
I'm doing shit different, I'm swimming under the bridge
I'm standing out, cause these others just sit
It's not that hard to be the one with the shit
I just eat so many beats that my stomach don't fit
I put the lights out, every time I spit the mic down
You can't see shit it don't really matter that I'm white now
I don't understand why y'all don't understand it by now
I'm the real deal, y'all should end the show right now
I'm getting bigger while your jeans are getting so tight, ouch
You can't touch, my pen cause
I write so fucking fast plus
I am nuts
Call me fruity cause I'm bananas
Sometimes I get pissed cause I can't think
I can't wrap my head around shit and my neck twists
Rhyming is getting kinda hard right now
Plus I'm a wannabe old school gangster by not putting a hook cause a chorus blows,
And I got pretty much all bars to go
I can't always think of new shit to say
Cause it's unreal that I'm still in this bullshit place
I write my mind and what comes out is a foolish rage
I wanna rule this race
But writer's block
Drives me nuts
A blindish rush
I wanna pull the page
Fuck a school's exercise that's what pussies make
Grey people want me to do the same
But I'm just too insane, for a goodish brain
I just left the tide of mainstream, I'm no longer part of this faggot hype
I want a hectic life
And bitch I'mma get it
Cause the shit that I'm at is manic
My perseverance
Is on some academic level
I'll make my first appearance
And I'll be getting medals
Y'all just need to give me the chance, to kill shit
I'm generous, so I'll kill shit in advance
Together with Stone, tonight we not getting home, tonight we gotta get goin'
Sorry mommy and dad, I don't wanna be bad
But it's our only option
We gotta get out there, we don't wanna suck cocks and
We wanna do our own thing
Check it out yeah
He makes them beats
He don't really rap but he makes steps reached,
We cut off our phone so we cannot get reached
'till the end of at least
This year
Hit us back up December 25th, 2013
It's a blur that we're lost in
Word
We gotta work interrupted
Sorry
But we'll be sure to erupt
So don't worry
( Atonomous )
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