my life
• Written by beastrapperzack
Yeah my name is Zachary every time I walk down the street it seems like every-
body knows me Stephen Curry wit da 3 michale jackson billie jean. I gonna make
that paper i don't really care bout the haters I'm shooting other 7th grade rappers
like its space invaders.My homies say I should be the king Spit bling like Ali to
make the knock out bells ring. I ani't wit that fake stuff tho. to be honest jose gets
all the girls NOPE. Freestyling wit me,for you theres no hope. I ain't never selling
dope.Thats for the dumb ones u know. Unlike me I can put on a show. On my
tours I could put it on the road. ALso play it on the radio tho.You feel me do.Do
you really feel me tho.I luv my family fresh to death So I'll try to get close just to
feel your last breath.Let that stuff breath"- Jay z success.Giving you a chance
for my rap to be fresh.Do it for the love not for anything less.They say pass me
da hooka,I say can I tell the truth cuz.And to all my people struggling out there
this is for yall 1 luv. getting the chopper put a bullet to a gun.I'm the boy who
plays basketball still having fun.Kids try to show out to be the class clown now
this isn't a freestyle and i haven't written all dese lyrics down.Make a kid with a
happy face turn into a frown.I'm on the world yall looking for girls. BUT YALL
CAN"T GET NONE SO GO FLY WITH THE BIRDS.I see some people trying to
be like me but you can't cuz i'm to raw. I'm gonna shake you out your drawls.
Ball to I fall.
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beastrapperzack
Member since September 23 2014