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I'm active
I'm not trapped in the trap where cats live
I just rap bout facts that man lives
And back strap that ting till mans rizzed
My minds captive

And I've had enough of these games
All these rappers  sounding the same
They bark up streets
Serve these cats
Know that this one really ain't tame

Remember the days
When I was a yute just back in school tried acting cool how radical
Now man dreams of a sold out show wouldn't that be cool
Get racks in full
Packs and jewels
Lifes all good and my heads all cool
I'd rap to fuel
Life and the choices made these paths I took since school

They're like yo, bro who are you?
I'm like cc g and I'm coming through
I got little time and no more to lose
And ima rock the mic until my life improves
And I'm switching up on these flows *selective*
Choice when I pick these hoes *I wreck this*
Mic when I shutdown shows and I swear on god that I'd ride for bro
Man needs exposure
You will get spun like wheels on a rover
Mana dissect this don get gone king kong
More luck that a 4 leaf clover
Broner boxed him up what a joker
Take his blood like man was a donor
Smile and wave like everything kosher
Whip that skrting off with my chauffeur

Cos I'm active
I'm not trapped in the trap where cats live
I just rap bout facts that man lives
And back strap that ting till mans rizzed
My minds captive

And I've had enough of these games
All these rappers  sounding the same
They bark up streets
Serve these cats
Know that this one really ain't tame

Cos I'm active
I'm not trapped in the trap where cats live
I just rap bout facts that man lives
And back strap that ting till mans rizzed
My minds captive

And I've had enough of these games
All these rappers  sounding the same
They bark up streets
Serve these cats
Know that this one really ain't tame

Yo the first time I made rap
Was at the age of 18
Man rapped along to a song
And I made my donnys face turn green
So I got home and recorded the first thing to my head
And I swear to god that day
The bars i wrote were so dead

*Ha Ha*

Twist the necks of these rappers
Chins I'm checking writing no slackers
IP Logging mans got his hackers
Fact this yute is causing big matters, racket
Making noise when I back it, cat head
Watch me make this all happen, magic
B.o.b but a cracker
Mans so high I'm standing on ladders

Man just tuck it and then huff it and we roll up another G
TT Draw when I strap this weed your packs are poor bare stalks and seeds
I'm counting quarters, mounting daughters, rolling raws and taking speed
That's the life of me but I ain't no fiend it's all for ADHD

Cos I'm active
I'm not trapped in the trap where cats live
I just rap bout facts that man lives
And back strap that ting till mans rizzed
My minds captive

And I've had enough of these games
All these rappers  sounding the same
They bark up streets
Serve these cats
Know that this one really ain't tame

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