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Imma show em how to drip no tears I go harder than two male queers These drums bound to hit your ears Her tongue show me how she feel I'm the man so f*ck how you feel I got more where that came concealed Crack a pack a them smokes fresh sealed I got vices my advice is real Let it heal let it breathe that's real Take some time for yourself like single I got issues got bitches calling All the drugs that I misused boring That shit waste a my time like snoring Had to get out my rut like morning I got all this covered no awning Every one that I know think they know Everything that they think just ain't so I got so much on the way that peso I got so much beware when I lay low That just mean that I've been on work That just mean that I've been covert They act an they talk to much I never act I aint talk to much I remember back in my room getting dutched Hand me down ps2 cheap drugs Set a keys but the clutch was ucked Roll weed till my eyes look blood shot You a blood clot ucking dumb thots They ain't bad cunts just mug shots Bitch wanna take my trunks off I'm busy tryna out run clocks I ain't got time to get one off Till I take off like a green light Till i make em bleed like a street fight They needa know when I speak right I'm Peter pan cause I see flight Used to smoke trees every night I quit tryna get me right Sometimes you gotta stop rewind Undo what you think defines Yourself cause you needa rewire They jack this like Limewire I'mma spitting ash like a bonfire Im so straight but it's not dire This money coming I'm no liar They never work they all liars They lying down, they sleeping I'm bout to jump in the deep end My rhymes from the heart deepen Every single bar I'm speaking Hundred on my self every weekend Ain't taking bout jewels, sequins The way I move in sequence Tryna rid myself a deep secrets Lot a shit on my mind heated It bought to boil it seeping I ain't answer when it's beeping Less you real one then I leave it You a wanna be I just be it If you want beef you can eat it What they want I won't appease it I ain't here to please or receive shit I get mine cause I need it And nothing else can relieve it I told you that I'm decent Probably better than I'm deviant I'm deep in my own self that's how I know you seize it Know you hear me when I breathe it Newcastle rap Ill conceive it You wanna be I just be it If you wanna be dont speak shit You a wanna be like a spice girl This rap shit, my world This whole country, my world I got a sweet girl with the right curves I got true stories in my words And I speak about it on my terms I seen cunts do real shit Effect my life and I deal with it If you fucking with my meal ticket We might have to get ill with it We might have to get real with it But honestly if you on that You a scumbag need a pissbag Then a body bag and a toe tag You are so sad probably no dad Well I guess that makes 2 of us I'm Kim poss you Rufus Don't act hard you a doofus You ain't got it covered like nudists If we talking boys I'm the rudest I move 2 fast like ludicrous I go sew in like garments You can throw hate it's harmless I did all this without fathers My state of mind so armoured I've dealt with my karmas I ain't waste time on dramas I just cut em off like katanas Bitch
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