BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- I don't rap to be the best, motherfucker I already accomplished it
- That's why I'm poppin' shit, cuz I've never recorded shit but I'm like God wit it
- Its unfortunate, all I do is type my rhymes and I'm better than this crock of shit
- That's allegedly makin' a fortune, shit I'll just bide my time til I take my spot on top an shit
- I'm just a writer but I'll need a rider if you're tryna hire me to bring the fire
- Keepin me on retainer would be a no brainer but my minimum is Kelis or higher
- I'll get on my Cobain with some cocaine, or pick up some trees or Myers,
- I'll eat their cyphers with my propane, fuck their whole gang, they been a bum, I'll decease their writers
- I'll bust open the window, Connor McGregor taught me well
- Cocky? hell, I came out of the womb like who the fuck gonna stop me now
- Compare me to Rocky, well, actually I'll never be a fuckin under dog
- Even if I was under your bitch, it'd only be with a gun to your ribs, covered, pop
- Fuckin with me is taboo, it'd be more socially acceptable if you were tryna fuck your mom
- Then got motherfucker tattoo'd on your forehead and kept the condom on inside ya fuckin thong
- Not that I care what you fags do when youre in your bed, keep it nonchalant and go and fund your Pops
- But when the thunder rocks your world, don't act like somethin you're fuckin not like an undercover cop
- I feel that some don't understand the savagery, I'm battling
- To keep inside my demon side, it wants uncaged, its rattling
- It wants to rage, its slappin' me
- It haunts the page, its got the gauge and it wants to play, its traveling
- My crazy side just wants to hurt me, it pops up like a herpe
- Then desserts me, leaving me exhausted like a burpee
- My shady side wants to be a God by any means necessary
- Yes its scary, death is glaring, friends is weary, cuz I just wanna end this fairy
- Tale, legendary, or fail secondary,
- Just to come back from the dead like my mom was the second Mary
- I'm tired of this battle, I just wanna lay it down and be restin' carefree
- But this responsibility is a burden, and I guess its squarely
- On my motherfuckin shoulders, weighing down like a fuckin boulder
- Why do I gotta cuss so much, its vulgar, well suck my dick cuz this shit is over
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