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have you heard? i'm tryin to be rap star
if you think my tracks hard, you can give me daps, pa
underdogs don't care what the stats are
i'm takin it that far, cause this is the last straw
yo i'm buggin, think this heady laced? every day, livin steady paced
dream of vacation taking like chevy chase
hit a hundred bad bitches before my wedding date
skinny guinea, ay, aim for the heavy weight
i wish for plenty plays, sick of gettin' penny pay
piff and minute maid, twist and blaze, been of age
fit to grip the cake, if it's with the bigger face
rippin' house parties like kid n' play in different states
i'm simply chipper, mate, grinnin' from this batch of herb
sonny this the same exact swag that i had at birth
los's lavender really have me act absurd
you could have her back playboy, but i bagged her first
i may never even reach a mil, but i'll climb the steepest hill
and always speak it real to be who people feel
i'm the kid they didn't give a chance
now i'm got em fit to dance, have your girlfriend straight skippin' plans
ay yo, quit it with this bro hop shit, your flow not sick
i'm spittin' thoroughly, even for low pro-fit
wanna go knock kids with cold cocked fists
all these blogs who ain't respondin, ya'll blow my dick
i just, won't stop this - it's no op-tion
got a, dope spot clique i smoke pot with
get props from the old gob-lins, and whole block, bitch
know that these lo-ca chicks i bone - top list
armed with the hardest bars, still escape free
haters who claimed beef, are beggin' to make peace
this dude droolin, pursuin' a day dream
cousin, i can't sleep til dozens of states reached
i'm malnourished, and searchin' the same tree
i heard that the papes be, determined for great cream
the babes beach, waist deep down at lake street
shorty rock a sourpuss, ohhh but she taste sweet
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