Worthless verses are subtracting
You’d think it’s a circus circuit the way cats is acting
The surface their not even scratching
These cats be
Faker than Jay Gatsby
And I hope that they gats be
Out of my way
Cus I got more goals than Pele
I’m in it for the love like Ray J
Hope you feel me like the slugs of an AK
Cus im tryin to blow up like Hiroshima
Hope I don’t choke like emphysema
I haven’t made a track
But I got hatin cats sayin that
I’m not made to rap
Tryin to say id be more potent
If I became a spoken word poet
I’m dope and I ain’t afraid to show it
So many teachers thought I was stupid
For them I got projectile mucus
Don’t give a fuck about an ACT
But with great sixteen’s
I don’t fuck around call me AC Green
Can’t mistake me for a Macy’s fiend
Catch me in some type of banged up jeans
Don’t give a fuck if I make this cream
And fuck a wait, I’m gonna take this dream
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