Rap 33 “I’m in R77 MXM”
Rap 33 “I’m in R77 MXM”
Mixing me A Mason - how you mixing me. You a Mason too!
Now I see military out here. Me too. Small problem big shoes. Jcole want it too.
I have no more forgiveness, it’s about time to set the stage and handle my business Jcole want an act I been plotting scenes sense the terminator. I got hit. Didn’t even need to say I’ll be back. It was implied.
I seen you rap on stage and say F everybody that just started listening. But why did I need to listen when I wrote most of your lyrics. I wrote about virginity and wanting to and hopes I’d go home with her.
Come to find out she was just in the girls locker room with a system trump card. Hoping not to get pregnant.
I remember the lines. He always been a baby killer. Talking about Drake exposing the fakes. The beef eater that got no teeth. Sucking on every wiki lik
Now my brain got drains and his team of women kind sweet and soft. Now I see how they get off.
If I didn’t take a picture you wouldn’t believe. Now I’m about to pop off because Jcole out here in these streets. Trying talk about Forest-hills and it happened on Burtik Street, to bruise to prime rose.
Someone sold him my Bond and it was rose gold.
I seen him a tall figure. Now he running around Linden without his clown shoes and he skinner then ever. Take the iron wig off and that’s how he bite the sound.
I thought about not posting. But then I heard the sound. It’s your voice in the background.
I’m dealing with sleepless nights. For the first time in a few nights. I take a walk around the block, the LTE GONE AND Jcole asking people not to sell work while he in the streets.
I don’t watch child porn from around the corner. Or send a hellish woman to do the dog around the corner.
All for your viewing gratification. So you can get back what you took from a night now look crook. I see your crooked smile.
Now I’m sure you made in that red beat up jag you about 5’8 and I miss my bushy eye brows. Slaps for being hit by a sibling jealous fit. I can’t do nothing I cut’em a twin named Cory. My reese's pieces falling out. But I don’t eat candy.
I never wanted to meet him. Now I know why. I figured he’d show up if I needed him. But he been liven a life I was supposed to have.
Didn’t know he was spacing on my LIT TIGHTEN ENERGY ACCOUNT.
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