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I'm not a rapper A baby forehead autographer I'm making sounds pornographic In a race, who can meet Kanye the fastest Your baby momma probably masturbate to this I'm her favorite Add my songs on her playlist In the shower while she naked As for me, just a creator Living life far from haters Where my smile like a crown And my curls like some gators But I'm struggling with life Because my pockets not the greatest Ask the next man for some help And even he has no savings So we go and shop at Savers Smoking weed, watching cartoons With sound off making music while my heart moves And it sounds like I need something To make me feel Like I'm in love again And you Think you know what I need So I'm rhyming tryna pay my fucking cable bill So I'm rhyming tryna one day raise a baby still So I'm rhyming tryna tryna make sure my people feel So I'm rhyming tryna make sure that God heal I got a homie and he work his craft day and night So why the people using slaves only seeing light I know a girl and her man hit her when he drinking She never leave him 'cause her rent bill due next weekend As for me, what I see sits in my heart Carrying everybody pain just like a cross But I know that there's light always where it's dark I move a cloud and the sun shines where you are And to those that I love that man, I know you hear this You got a special place in heaven if you keep the spirit I ask all those who hold a secret nigga share it Your pain only hurts if you don't talk to the people nearest And it sounds like I need something To make me feel Like I'm in love again And you Think you know what I need And it sounds like I need something To make me feel Like I'm in love again And you Think you know what I need