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on may 21st in 1996, in livingston was born a little prick

not yet to be known for his slick tricks and the critics that follow

so wrapped up in my life, they souls are really hollow,

they got no hope for tomorrow i got get up and glow

as my motto, unseen or noticed im ready and loaded,

fully focused here comes the poet, sense be humble

sense be quick, sense make this whole room bounce to this

i mean really put an ounce of sweat in it, i spit legit, credit no one

but myself, i dont want your help, cut your body in two if you try, too,

i never realized what putting time in lines can do, wait i always knew

i just flew under the radar you cant ping me like a pager

imma win this bout no wager im sorry homie dont go out in anger

i just thought its time to drop a banger, its Mr. when im on the mic

you in danger, finally i can feel it and its always been this inner anger

imma scream through the mic till my voice breaks the speaker

imma get annoying like a squeaky sneaker, like a tommy peeper

like a non stop ringing beeper imma sleeper so keep dreaming

while im scheming as i should stay, ballin in the gym you wasnt

there in L.A., gettin into fitness drop a three in any face

if was there god blessed you with the grace and presence

of my face, sorry to put to defender in his place though you

thrown out like a bad case in a court of law, im sorry this over

lets cut cord grab the saw and sword, sharp things all around

never sober if im found stabbed its my own bad

my minds missin swear its gone bad, swear i been prick

since may 21st 1996, in livingston i was born, 12 years later i was

making ametuer porn wit a 13 year old do the math i aint no creep

i was like howdy lil bo peep can i stick my woody in your goodie goodie

she gave it up so easy, said her favorite rapper C breezy, i said in my head

woah take it easy, she probably loose and aint got a fear of

living with something to lose, still havent gained my sanity

murky past i need clarity, lets wrap this up no jared see

i dont plan on seeing bars unless im writing them for stars

or myself for the cars, nah. i want the money over everything,

stress free life and a girl to give this thing called a wedding ring

rambling on cause my stamina strong, you weak i can tell by your

posture ill eat you up quick this italiano likes his pasta wit butta

you looking like you aint got sauce so we skip the talk, its bat to jaw

head to ground, run off with the loot and dont ever make a sound

carry this till im 6 feet underground

 

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