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Just a young lad running from the future
Blast from the past and I'm on the path to shoot the
Charts up, rappers get your bars up
If you ain't proving no points
You better get your darts up
Ask me who I fear, no one
Y'all niggas wouldn't even pop a nerf gun
You poppa smurf son
No poppa doc
I never choke son
I punch the clock so watch your throat son
Bunch of rappers in my closet and you probably know one
Or two
I use my mind as a tool
A lot of people hating me cuz they cant do what i do
A lot of rappers telling lies but i just stick to the truth
Hop in the booth spit it then i give it to you
It is all kosher, i been a soldier, since 94
I thought i told ya
Its our culture they eating off cuz they vultures
But ima shoot straight to the heavens and ima use God as my Holster

Second verse second verse this is not rehearsed
Second verse second verse this is not rehearsed

Muslims don't like pigs and own like pigs
Own smoke weed and own puff cigs
Hair locked in a twist
Yea its real nappy
Slight addiction to figs
So my past crappy
Gladly dads or quarterbacks can't catch me
If don't give a f*ck how feeling then don't @ me
Tired of this instagram shit
Niggas say they love you on some instafam shit
Wait i think im saying to much but deep down iknow that ain saying enough
I gotta bad habit a not knowing when enough is enough
I get depressed when im thinking bout the future of US
But ima keep on spitting and giving the writtens to
All of the children who
Take time to listen
When they listen to me
I feel bad
Cuz ain even got a degree