Ayo this rap shit I figured it out Life I spitted it out Coochie's like a treasure for era you know I'm diggin it out So go & tell em they fucking with real rhythm Got my fitted and my cross I practice surrealism I tell the haters please, get scraped like graded cheese And fall like faded leaves, I'm colder than 8 degrees With a windchill factor thats like 32 Asking for 16 and I bet I gave em 32 Half is blood and flesh and kno the others unexplainable I'm still tryna touch what they tell me is unattainable You see me soaking up this life while its draining you Popping shit and you hating too I would quit if I'm lame as you I keep it raw son I'm big daddy kane'in you You think I'm running game with you I'm probly taking aim at you I got the wild style always been a foul child Blow the izzy til were dizzy then I see we out now
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Verse2:
Now when it come to new shit I ain't playing nothin Cus rappers tend to speak words but they aint sayin nothin And now these people popping shit keep the hating comin And other bitches on ya dick when ya name is buzzin Damn, I mean they say im on some other shit And then they fall in love with it The second they discovered it Haters try judging him rappers they aint touchin him And labels wanna sign him but they wanna keep his publishing Fuck it I wrote rhymes never speak in class Used to rock the bong in the party and just get weeded fast Full is how I see the glass Holla'd when I seen that ass So I dont really have regrets when I see the past Other rappers they dont have any balls I took my giz and wrote my name up on her vaginal walls Are they hearing me baby I think there feeling me baby I'm having fun but this rap shit is serious baby
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Verse 3: Ayo now if you gunna ask my government is kenneth I live up in the burbs with my mother and my tenant My little sister too but no my family aint extended You could step in to the cypher but I wouldnt recommend it Cus I aint gon rap about weed all day I speak pain and I let the pen bleed all day My lifes a story you watch me you read all day Used to stand around the table now I eat all day And baby I sick of rappers All of you twitter rappers Looks like you went online and just spit a status Don't care about oz's dont care if you blow trees I heard the sky box is better than nose bleeds The game a stay the same we just change how we viewing it We gon paint pictures while you other brothers doodle it So calm down just incase you were new to it Its that kid era suck a dick and go & google it
Yea man, ya minor we major... shout to up north, critiq... lets get it.