Realer niggas
Uh known from smoking herbs thats foreign,
Till it feels like four swords punctured in'
In which I breath oxygen a freak artisian
Till my schemes margarine, I mean artistist
Can't believe its not butter, nd fucking fly, stomach flutters,
When I begin to write letters,
I strive to write better,
When I sight errors, I might suffer
From the cluster of dissapointment.
But I just muster up and get improvement
But now it's like "I suck!?, oYea! then prove it"
Atleast one did so my thoughts go out to him
Even though he probably don't like me
Oh well bite me, i'm the true MC
Cus I see feeds thats negative I turn it to a positive
The competence in my pen is fucking massive
It's inconsequent to bicker constant that my flows below average
I'm not asking for compliments but the common respect
I should get for posting in this piece of shit, rotten web
No disrespect, well instead maybe a lil'
Maybe a widdle' but ain't mad ya probably white as the widow
That settles my pupils like pillows, and to be real though
Ya probably softer than that
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