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[Intro]
Still writin' with a pen
Made in America shit
Were you recording that?
We might have to useâ
that
[Verse 1]
Thisâ
that old schoolâ
50s shit
Shot up in the whipâ
he got
Hit with the picky stick
But this is something different
Teachâyouâhowâto rap aâbit
But you don'tâknow the half of it
Half the shit you spit still sound like you practicin'
What's up with the fuck shit
I'm 'bout to press this button
I'm just motherfuckin' thing, let it sing
This ain't no telephone but I bet it still ring
I'm talkin' about a gun dummy
Forrest Gump, run from me
Rob you for your lunch money
Probably 'cause I'm still hungry
And everyone under me
Every motherfucker still want shit from me
[Pre-Chorus]
They love you then they leave you then they love you again
I got money in the bank because I'm good with the pen
And I've been to the pen and this isn't pretend
I give a hundred and ten and always will 'til the end
[Chorus]
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So fuck 'em, I don't need 'em, I ain't fuckin' with them
It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when it comes to an end
[Verse 2]
Class in session, rap style aggression
You could say I'm passionate about my profession
Got more flows then Bass Pro's hoe
Fishin' pole selection
This about progression
You'll see in just a second
You stuck in the mud
Take a seat, learn a lesson
What dumb fuck
I'm the best, no question
And if you disagree you can aim in my direction
I bet you miss every time
Like where the fuck did you learn how to rhyme
YouTube reactors missin' every line
Like what the fuck
You deaf, dumb or blind?
(I'm not even tryin')
Who's next up in line
Tryin' to be friends shit
Dissin' me your rhymes
Trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana
Fuck the pictures, fuck the cameras
Think you're tough until you get handled
[Chorus]
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So fuck 'em, I don't need 'em, I ain't fuckin' with them
It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when it comes to an end