SUCCESS OF THE YOUNG

Okay, success of the young I'm tired of running No plateaus and always learning like I am Plato I make amazing creations like Play-Do I don't play yo I am tired of this pussy culture And all the foreplay in this culture Like don't y'all feel disrespected Or is it just okay I swear to god you can't keep letting us get away The bags of dimes The quarter pounds turned coulda pounded Sickening I mean this shit is fucking sickening And fucking frightening Like respect women but there's no respect so it's woah-man And let me rap about doing blow off the chest Now that it's off the chest Milk me and drain me off my knowledge Leave me dumbfounded These dumbed down pc motherfucka's got me clownin Get it Equipped but no shit your not acquitted You ain't worth a milli Let alone a grand Man I rather be thrown into the can Then risk losing all my mothafuckin fans So f*ck outta here man I've had enough Now let me eat my lunch Turn my head the other way and act like I don't give a f*ck Cause I don't it is what it is Say a prayer man Peace out