uma
, test the water, ya daughter get slaughtered, i can get to you where you can get from your father, running 'round and doing all the things that i taught ya, being a slut in the middle of kansas, shooting 47's outta the banshee, yuh, i know these rappers can't stand me, so sit down like a bitch, play your part and watch me, balls out, get sloppy, come fine everywhere, i don't care, i'ma do whatever whenever, your head gets severed if you playing with me, yuh, i do this shit in my sleep, yuh, adrenaline in my teeth, as i learn more, and the clock ticks, looking around the, gon' make my heart sick, and your body pics, do not help at all, but that don't mean i don't wanna come inside and see you doll, let me feel your walls, my dick claustrophobic, you could be my only omen, fuck what you heard, but it probably happened, i'm in kansas, with the verses in canvas, came and got them, taking pictures with the canon, and i mouth a couple xanax cause my sleeping schedule vanished, pouya brought the hoes, he signing titties in the corner, but i'd rather sit alone and sip a couple of coronas, my girl waiting for me down south, i mean, i could get my dick sucked and kick a groupie out, but fuck being a mac, i think my mind is changing now, and i ain't no, san antonio is foul, i never had a brother, but i think i made a couple, germ and nick now they my family, pouya pull up in the caddy with a shotgun, but i blow his brains out, cause this lifestyle wild and it's only getting worse, than the suicidal thoughts that you envisioned from your birth, put a pistol in my hands and give myself what i deserve, bitch, so i came out the dirt like uma, get more money then i'm use to, fuck you mean my team is the future?, i done fucked a million hoes up on my computer, still ride around the city on the razor scooter, your bitch begging me to call her an uber, she tired of fucking these losers, but i'm not the one that's gon' choose her, wanna have a conversation? better come correct, i don't give a fuck about your life, i want you to cut my check, damn, you so cool taking pictures with your cigarette, how can you lure me when we never met?, i ain't gonna lie, you look good on the internet, see your ass in real life and you really just a simpleton, special rappers talking bout i'm not a lyricist, keep on talking sideways, you best be diligent, i started getting money and i never wanna finish it, finna buy my momma something cause i'm really feeling it, commissary for my brother, get some tuna fish, told that bitch "what's up? you acting like a lunatic", she tried to slap me in my face so i hit her with a pool stick, she started crying balling like a bitch, telling me that i'm full of shit, chicken and beer on your breath, bitch you smell like ludacris,
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