A long time ago
I found the way to ride a flow
Picked up a microphone
Molest it with my rhymes alone
I needa lie at home wife got a diet low
Waist snatched face pretty with a fire glow
Think she Italian like all of my designer clothes
She bad as hell and hipnotizin’ with her eyes aglow
The typa hoe that prolly tell yo ass to mind ya own
I really love a girl that hates me so that fire tho
Nah i’m just playin’ bitch i’m taken i’m just writing shit
Rhymin’ shit
Writin’ since a jit
Bout suburban whips
Curvy bitch
Boy in my bedroom
Boutta get the dick
A frail tallish, nail polished, twink
Boutta make him limp
Stay ballin’ stay callin’
Networkin’ up in this bitch
The fame callin’, stay knockin’
Sense into these little kids
Got fades on em, Ks on em
Really ain't the way to live
Big gats, wit big straps
I pray the lord forgive us
Truly lord i have sinned uh
I’m smokin’ on the devils cabbage
As i write this shit uh
And truly father i’ve had talent
Since i was a kid uh
And truly father i been
Damaged since i was a jit uh
And truly father i wish shit
Had gone a little different
I wish i didn’t have to hate myself
And hit these licks uh
I never want to do that shit again
Another stick up
I promise lord i’ll keep my head up
‘for i keep my fists up
These rappers kiss up
To the god to the brahma
Rappin’ in they pajamas
Hoggin’ the green cigar
Modelo, and marijuana
Psych wards and trauma
Ain't never stop me from commenting
On life and makin’ heads bob
Got my head steady bobbling
And shoutout homie dumile
For pavin’ his own way
Makin’ sure that rappers like me could be broadway
I used to stick up students at my school in the broad day
Member me and my brother fought eachother in hallways
But now we tight as ever like braces up in yo dental
These rappers drivin’ me mental
They copys ain't talkin’ stencils
Now i stay shittin’ on rappers and snappin’ on instrumentals
I’mma take a #2 to these rappers ain't talkin’ pencils
Bitch i’ve stayed goin’ crazy when i get on this boom bap
Or screw caps
Back on the yak when i do that
I’mma take it back to these tracks
When i get me another rack
Which is every day so sit back and relax
As i fuck this track
I found the way to ride a flow
Picked up a microphone
Molest it with my rhymes alone
I needa lie at home wife got a diet low
Waist snatched face pretty with a fire glow
Think she Italian like all of my designer clothes
She bad as hell and hipnotizin’ with her eyes aglow
The typa hoe that prolly tell yo ass to mind ya own
I really love a girl that hates me so that fire tho
Nah i’m just playin’ bitch i’m taken i’m just writing shit
Rhymin’ shit
Writin’ since a jit
Bout suburban whips
Curvy bitch
Boy in my bedroom
Boutta get the dick
A frail tallish, nail polished, twink
Boutta make him limp
Stay ballin’ stay callin’
Networkin’ up in this bitch
The fame callin’, stay knockin’
Sense into these little kids
Got fades on em, Ks on em
Really ain't the way to live
Big gats, wit big straps
I pray the lord forgive us
Truly lord i have sinned uh
I’m smokin’ on the devils cabbage
As i write this shit uh
And truly father i’ve had talent
Since i was a kid uh
And truly father i been
Damaged since i was a jit uh
And truly father i wish shit
Had gone a little different
I wish i didn’t have to hate myself
And hit these licks uh
I never want to do that shit again
Another stick up
I promise lord i’ll keep my head up
‘for i keep my fists up
These rappers kiss up
To the god to the brahma
Rappin’ in they pajamas
Hoggin’ the green cigar
Modelo, and marijuana
Psych wards and trauma
Ain't never stop me from commenting
On life and makin’ heads bob
Got my head steady bobbling
And shoutout homie dumile
For pavin’ his own way
Makin’ sure that rappers like me could be broadway
I used to stick up students at my school in the broad day
Member me and my brother fought eachother in hallways
But now we tight as ever like braces up in yo dental
These rappers drivin’ me mental
They copys ain't talkin’ stencils
Now i stay shittin’ on rappers and snappin’ on instrumentals
I’mma take a #2 to these rappers ain't talkin’ pencils
Bitch i’ve stayed goin’ crazy when i get on this boom bap
Or screw caps
Back on the yak when i do that
I’mma take it back to these tracks
When i get me another rack
Which is every day so sit back and relax
As i fuck this track
( "BROKIE" )
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