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I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

 

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

 

One that you haven't experienced in your peachy little lyric rhymes

So close your eyes for freddy, but open them for jason, say my name 5 times

So watch out cause on every bout you better watch your snout. i spit rhymes

He says i'm at level 2 with my rhymes, mister amir, wait for tough times,

You never want to understate my rhymes, just underline all the signs

A babysitter. now i submit these lines tryna admit the times

Don't get too mad at me, i ain't finna apologize for these dastardly rhymes,

When niggas act bitch-made.

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Somethin’ like james, somethin like wade

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Our vision never changed, we self made

Low income no bills getting paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Walk in my house you can meet my maid

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid