Ain't Stupid
• Written by blackicxe
I'm fighting mortals
Blood on my knuckles
We tussle through the struggle
I'm breakin through rubble
Dropping bombs on the cheerleaders with pom-poms
My music spread like Chicken Pox I knock ya Socks off
Cheap knock off
They rolling stones well I'm throwing rocks
I wanna know who's the real boss so I can overthrow em like ring toss
Couple Shots reach my head
Both ways I'm still unconscious
Vodka got me nauseous
Johnny Walker walk around the park staying causeous
Water running down the faucet
Wash the blood off the closet
Op came out of the closet
Shot his baby like Logic
Number one convict write the number one sonnet flew the plane over the jail cleaned the vomit off the cockpit
She want a cocktail
Know she tail a cock, like the cops chasing me to Scottsdale
Why you looking so pale, like a vampire outta Riverdale
Ya raps stale I'm spittin bars like the ones that keep you in jail
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blackicxe
Member since September 6 2022