I DON'T WRITE HOOKS!

Get lost find a spot that nobody can get to Life's a mother fuckin' game and ain't nobody pick you Man this flow so cold but I don't need a tissue Yeah my music make you pissed off what's the issue With a mother fucker speaking his mind from his mental Apparently it's everything With how many times I've been stepped on with my size nine shoes that's what it do This power getting to my head you gots to see it through Bumpin' the powers that b on my fuckin way to school With my fuckin' back slouched cuz my chain outweigh my books Pacquiao I don't write hooks This game of life is something I that I really choked from the neck and took Find me at the deepest of my fears That intersects with crooked rhymes that make you look in the books The kid can cook Over hot fire Misunderstood Choppin' like wood The four letters with spaces that could I stand just where I stood You shoulda Coulda Woulda Let me rip the mic and pull the hood Got a lotta shit to say that's why a mother fucker good