I wrote
some rap,
these papers were white before
Then I put a stain on it, you're a con man
Now they're fauna man
I don't care about your opinion, go to sleep
Shim is all in there
Your wife talks and you just stand there
Say I know it man
She does all the housework,
your and my education
Songs play like a jack's girl My boy is pay-ironic,
he's iconic
My life is a bad habit,
ego padded manners Annie,
I don't give a * about anyone
But they chase me paparazzi,
I'm a tree,
they catch me
Danny,
I'm a maggie,
I'm a slug in my own house,
I want taste
Sell me a C&R,
take all the money,
give it to me,
I'll open a racecourse
All the rappers run in it,
lock the gate from outside
Who's pissed?
Just take this pen,
close the case, mark six
Bahubali, exposé,
blind guys make it complicated
Inside my food chain,
rappers eating at breakfast
Ex-married man,
I've been dead for the past desde then
Gucci and Zuristas plus I'm no longer afraid
I'm a case,
humans see less,
but there are many leeches
Poor boys see less, but there are many leeches
I'll make you a big fish and grind you
For no reason, boys eat their egos inside
To fly money,
first keep a lot in your pocket
I also had a heart to love,
but these feelings are trash
To judge, first look inside yourself
On the destination, don't look at the car,
don't blink
You sell the principle and walk in the wrong direction
Look at the girls, make a new one
If you talk like this, go to Toronto,
you'll get beaten to a pulp