Lyrics
I always thought i perfect, writing rap lyrics and styles i learnt it, telling me to stick wit beats and studios i heard it, I've been writing for 3 years now, rumors said my raps was lame, i might as well not alive in the rap game, scared about the future test that put me through college, but when i take my A.C.T practice, my brains demolished, because college for everybody, and worse of all my friend said:"Before I dropped out of school, I seen it all", I dont make beats for competition, but if i have too, ill make the same hit song, and name it "Repition", this is music man you gotta listen, cause i could be on fox 2 news, and papers like i wound up missing, I got hit by a car, but i was breathing later, but a least i wsnt breathing on a resperator, but im a escalator go down, save the rest for later, for when i die, see gods my savor.
What more can i do- I write raps and compose, i should quit i suppose "Never Say that you Perfect"
What more should i do- take it to the next level, what is my current level "Never Say that you perfect"
What more can i say-nobody listons to my lyrics, dont judge me till you hear "Never say that you Perfect"
What more would i say, what more should i say, what more could i say "Never say that you perfect"
Verse 2:
I think about the people when i start to leave my rhymes, sit on the porch and watch the drug dealers past time, "Upside leaving the music game?" just my luck, they just spreading rumors, people run there mouth too much, they asked me if i rapped in van zile, would i get booed out?, thats like asking me if I got stabbed in a shoot out, In elementary my style was graded, what makes you think that i'd be popular if i wore pants when the knees were faded, Im suprised in middle school i didnt get held back, but if I started to tell jokes, I was the first to get cracked, but they was prolly on crack, makes me wish i could go back in time, with a gun, and watch em all get clapped, I dont care anyore about writing my lyrics, but its my job to make chedda its strictly business, i never thought that we would make this far, I have a Street-to-the-Justice, so put the gas in the car, I thought we would be sitting in the luch room, beating on tables, wit my crew till we all were able, to get a record deal and say goodbye, to my mom then fall off the next month because they told us lies, other people they believing in us, but wit the glock they bust, im scared who am i suppose to trust, see opportunity is waiting to happen, but im fit to be in the music industry, so why i stop rappin?
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