Tupacquiao - when a boy dreams
• Written by 2pacquiao-the-hero
2pacquiao-the-hero's Notes
Boxing fans (not casuals), are well aware, that there's a new technology, called "why someone beat someone landed punches count", like in football the "goal line technology", where all this in rapping?, only proof is you're shit.
[verse 1]
(Aiyo), I was just a boy, my father wasn’t there, my mama always pissed up.
Grew up around drugs, a council estate, full of drug dealers.
It was a dangerous neighbourhood, I wouldn’t dare, go to the east.
Not like I was, anything special back, in my hometown of west.
I just wanted to, become the very best, ducking my greatest test.
I’ve lost loved ones, for some reason, they’re all addicted to suicide.
Then there’s the, one mouthy dickhead, who got himself shot. (Aight)
Read the internet, search on google, I’ve got the motherfucking proof.
I finally become a man, still childish as fuck, I have too much damn luck.
Getting all the hoes, thinking I’m in love, then they cheat on me.
Then I started dissing them, even though I’m, obviously just as bad.
Ain’t I just pathetic?, I act like a bitch myself, no real lady’s will ever want me.
Why the fuck do you think, I started to rap, and run through every MC?
(Even though I’m still standing), “everything is funny to me though”
I’ve got about 3 names, cause I hated my original, so I hung him.
From fat to thin, “look at my penis girls”, (it’s so mofo’ slim)
I need to sort my head out, stop relapsing and, finally fucking recover.
Beleive in myself more, go for history, I have enough money.
What’s up with me?, (umm dunno), “somebody help me” (PLEASE?!)
Lord please, tell me why I keep, making songs like, makavelli?
[chorus]
I’m just a boy who dreams, of rapping and, becoming one of these, terminating machines.
Even though everyone doubts me, I’m a piece of white trash, and I say it proudly.
I don’t wanna win this battle anyway, I’m howdy, so here you go motherfucker.
Tell these something, they don’t know about me, cause when a boy dreams...
[verse 2]
If only I could, get access to his files, no one else would.
I could’ve been born a nigga, i would love to, mess up a thugs legacy.
Because I’m a troll, like my alienated fans, I’m a bullshit thug. (All mouth)
I thought tupac was dead, maybe he’s just, turned white instead.
“What alien has my father bread?”, (I know how to get you mad)
Time to turn up the heat, I can’t take myself, fucking serious right?
Let me just say, one last thing, speak about my, daughter again and I’ll, fucking kill you.
An excuse to unbottle, my true motherfucking self, fool all my fans.
Dumb as motherfuckers, I’m gonna skint them, act like the nice guy.
Speaking shit like you do, rapping to high school kids, there’s younger children too.
You should be ashamed, I never speak about rape or violence. (Do I?)
Stop acting like a gangsta, I’m a boy with big dreams, I’ll end you homie.
Sit back get my, trolls and bullies, of fans to do the work for me.
I’m in a world full of insanity, I’ll never get exposed, I’m too smart.
You wanna battle me?, I have no emotions or, motherfucking heart.
But one things gor sure, I’ll pick you B writers the fuck apart!
[chorus]
I’m just a boy who dreams, of rapping, becoming one of these, terminating machines.
Even though everyone doubts me, I’m a piece of white trash, and I say it proudly.
I don’t wanna win this battle anyway, I’m howdy, so here you go motherfucker.
Tell these something, they don’t know about me, cause when a boy dreams...
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2pacquiao-the-hero
Member since November 8 2017