Yea. Man. Next. Iight Back on the beat Been trapping with the street With a rap sheet and a cd in the back of the seat Im listenin to mom talking about me And callin her a b prolly every other week Im the freshest coming out of adolescence My prescence make you feel molested now you mushy like old salad dressing I feel that im getting my flow back Pop in a new track, and call it a throw back Man if i was a drug id prolly be gold crack Hidden in 100s and rolled inside of a gold sack And smoked good like im inside of an old man Have the gat in my hand and your butt in a van Now everybody like we kidnapping again And i say no hes wide awake and hes 27 Intermission Im road runner but im the gunner And im tired of wakin up way before the sun up Stayin up till 3 wakin up at 5 Looking at the sky walk out and they yell Its Alive! Shuck and jive look alive boy you wanna ride Cause its implied, these haters silent like distant mimes Cause i got the car and you got the gas We can go anywhere you want to pass But first let me reminisce my past So i can put some real shit on this paper through my pen and pad Ok. i dont like writing on a pen and pad Because my handwriting is so fucking bad So i would rather type this up in computer lab Instead of you saying this look like a kindergarten scribble scrab But this aint something you wana be grabbing at Im a lion you a rabbit out of the habitat My whole crew red and black and thats a fact Im green and red i look like a bowl of apple jacks
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