Saying that I'm a Devil
Praying that I won't grip your soul
Minds on a new level
Reality is now fictional
Talk about yourself grindin
'till your soul starts to feel miserable
But the only time you been on the grind is catching dollar bills off that stripper pole
Little slut
Always give it up
Never give enough
Now you're giving up
Tell me why the guys only hit you up
When they haven't f*cked in a couple months
And now they need a whore who can help em' bust
Girl don't front, you got a couple dates
Say she don't and that I'm not replaced
Caught her lying in my f*cking face
Then set her eye on fire with a can of mace
Sorry babe, I gotta be specific
Please don't read what i leave in writtens
Internet seems like it fiends with critics, but man I hate this game and I ain't even in it... fuck!
Wait a second, yo this shit is easy
Bitches rub me like I was a genie
If you into drugs I understand completely
But I stick to green like my name's Luigi
It's crazy that rappin is now my profession
I'm actually happy I have this obsession
I used to just see through the eyes of depression
But now my minds open and makin progression
The possible ways I can do it are endless
I murder the beat, then convict my own sentence
My body might die
But my mind is a legend
In other words deep in my music's a message
So try it
Go find it
To the rythm and the lyrics I'm a sidekick
What I'm giving to the women when I'm rhyming
Is the reason that I'm spreading like a virus
I did
Everything I could, I should better myself
In the position that I stood I felt like I needed help
But nobody had my back
They was worried bout themselves
Now I got it how they want it cuz I steadily excelled
My talent
In the planet
They don't ask man they demand it
Take your rap pad and abandon
Every single rhyme scheme you imagined rapping