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When I was kid I used to wanna rap Met the wrong friends, and got invited to the trap Oh crap, here he goes again Braggin' on the beat I don’t flex, stupid I spit facts in defeat No more sad raps, they don’t care how I felt People get offended when I’m confident in myself I tooo the Christian way, I’m not the rapper that I was I ain’t glorifyin' liquor, I ain’t glorifyin' drugs (F**k, f**k) Now I’m goin' in it Now I’m bashin' on the critics Either wit' me or you isn’t My scene is fine and twisted I ain’t f**kin' wit' yo image I’m happy to come and rip it And I shut they a** up like somе motherf**kin' critics (Aye) They tеll me that i sucks They say that I should quit I tell them, “No sir” I’m on my petty sh*t Don’t need no education Stick that pencil in your eyelid No more stayin' silent B*t*h, I’ll spread just like a virus Adrenaline pumpin', I’m thinkin' that I’m excited And my f**kin' lyrics about to start a riot (Uh) Back up on my petty sh*t I do this on a daily Fancy foreign cars, why you always flexin' Mercedes Hidin' in the shadow like I’m Shady I’m goin' at a rapper who goes my the name Swazey A phoney Eminem copy, killed his own career And I crash like Kamikaze (Kaze) Stupid 'lil b*t*h can’t top me (B*t*h can’t top me, uh)
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