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Straight Outta Underground, Pakistan
I’m Jhelum City Rappin’
Main stream rappers afraid to mention me But I’m glad that they pay attention to me, right
Drugs I don’t take, smoke I don’t like
My addiction is rap, beat is my drug I’m forever high
On the road to get famous, to get homeless a home
To buy some food for them kids on the roads
World is cold
They got money for new iPhones and Diamond rings but can’t feed the poor
That’s the reason, I write to make it right, to make you realize the path you’ve chosen isn’t right
See bruh, I got no time for bitches and faltu ka swag is worthless
Check In, Homey I don’t got time to fit the crowns
I just can’t get enough So I keep grinding hard
You say my rap is crap, I’m justa Joke, but I poke back and know that
You focus on my shit, hopefully
I Push record button & errytime keep comin’ out with new shit homey
Cause my motto is to focus on people’s feedback and I love to prove you faggots wrong
I’m back with new shit, my hommies, besties- best b’s be waitin’ somehow
I’m grown man, so I don’t talk shit
Boy I made it and everybody knows it
Not a young grass smoker, not a mac popper
I’m mama’s son and papa’s dream just like yawl
I’m no different, somehow weirdly trapped
Guess, that’s natural
When my people tell me my rap is supernatural it makes me happy
Just as friends do talk behind my back and that is backstabbin’
And I be the ass cracker
But when they get caught up they act like they don’t
Damn! That’s how it supposed to be
That’s how I supposed to be
Man, I’m trying my best to not my alter-ego come in this track
So you must be nice on feedbackin’
Or I should be what I’m supposed to be
And I don’t fight over these dumb girls
Everybody knows when the shawty blows, they all horny
They all want me, But I don’t got time for shit, I guess
I’m headed for something & that something is [Censored]
So, I’m gon’ push the Gas, alright, boy my drop my shit these n***as ready to eat it
Call me Spike of rap-game my crews jerry
That mean, I’m killing these pussies like spikey, Uh-Uh he never slept
I’m runnin’ these towns when I’m on the mic
Got me? Flow of century this flow is legendary boy hoes
Sayin’ Hip-Hop Is Dead, I’m here to resurrect myself
Like my teacher he is saying I’mma loser
Salute you motherfucker, Why don’t you kill me?
Hoes jealous cause I got sexy ladies just like my brotha Johnny
*Laughs*
I like’em brown, fuck what my X-girl, friend think
Sync her feelings with my dick, my emotions gone
Babe I can’t feel shit
Since I Was born, with my pockets empty
Yawl n***as ready to hate me..
( Ya’all n***as ready to hate me..)


Outro (Backround)
Haha, Nobody can reach the level I’ll be on shit, haha
Word up! Ya’ll know Assenator keep killin’ beats, right