I’m known to ravage my grammar,
so no one can come get my answers.
I'm damaged,
a rapping savage,
an avid addict, with habits;
in the midst of a challenge.
I pass after I puff it,
I love it,
split it
and roll it
and hit it
like the snooze button.
I’m winning
hitting homes run with
this little written, its lovely.
Sprinting to the finish,
where I diminish the lucky.
Luck is some talent but backwards,
don’t progress with your *** first.
Face first into pavement,
payment for these spitting actors.
I'm not a "goodfella"
but my dinero is stacked up.
A real hero in snake skin,
with some venom thats backed up.
This is the release of a beast,
thats been unleashed with some passion.
I gather up all my madness,
and wear it in a dope fashion!
I’m flashing
like the lights behind my car as it’s crashing.
I’m just shooting at the stars,
with a pistol and laughing.
My luck is on fumes,
God knows how long it's lasted.
Now I laugh at the fact,
at the thought that i ever had it!
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