Lock loaded, im hip hops explosive pop, top bloated with thoughts ferociously growin like crops, verbal glock opening shots mostly at cock blowing jocks showing their inability to walk lonely, I was taught holding my spot only, stopped roasting pot coasting slowly n got going, I'm not joking so watch closely I lost closeness with competition cuz I'm both hot cold n on a mission to drop dope flava that'll make ya resemble iguanas licking, to many non existing skills I'm iLL beyond the distance seen through strongest visions, I play the proper position, drama skippin no baby momma bitchin stickin to one gettin all of my Johnson's inches, marijuana didn't, lift me high enough to rise above n conquer itchin,desires to make an honest living, passin it on to children , tickling thoughts thinking a lot different, decisions to not give in to block headed idiots plots has risen me far above the rest who r piddling on, driven by heart,incisions n scars to keep giving my all n stay ahead like its November n I'm in the middle a march,
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