Song 1
• Written by Simon
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Fight, fight for what you think is right/
Run, run with me trough the night/
Fly, fly with me if you like/
Try, try to jump like mike/
They tell me i aint gone make it/
im just like bacon, im haram for anybody who tastes it/
they tell me im dead man walking/
But step on my shoes, and i be yelling/
PUT HIM IN A COFFIN'/
Back to ressurect hip-hop just like nas said/
speak my languge, money, gaup, dead presidents/
God forbid, i fail on my path to greatness/
Woke up early but im still late/
Picked up the mic and started rapping/
guess it's fate/
Im about to humiliate/
anybody who steps up/
Who wants what?/
ya'll dont want a peice of me/
you scared, a pussy a coward/
spotted easily/
i sound mad but homie im not/
You think im just rappin', just wait for the plot/
This is more than music, you wouldnt understand/
a mastermind, i got a crazy plan/
Trynna get caked up, without pushin' no grams/
Im trynna make it, trynna become a man/
No sleep for the wicked/
my dreams too vivid/
lifted, medicated call it what you waaaant/
Vers 2 and im hardly geting started/
Listened to one of my songs now you're haunted/
Cuz i spit the truth, real talk, you cant denie it/
My minds shut off, im flying autopilot/
Now let me show you, how it's done/
Pops not proud of me, far from the perfect sun/
My minds the only weapon, i dont need no gun/
Roll around just for fun/
Blasting music, find it amusing/
How you said you came first, but homie you're loosing/
Lost the race/
now im the one laughing right in front of you're face/
And aint the type to brag a lot/
And defenetly not the type to sit at home and smoke pot/
Rather write a vers and get these songs writtin'/
you taklk about all them girls, i only fuck with women/
the smarter type/
With a brain and some answers/
Her whole crew is only made out of dancers/
so come, come sit on my lap/
and tell me how your day was, while i count my stacks/
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Simon
Member since March 7 2014