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First song I ever wrote. Don't judge.
I can’t do this shit, like what am I meant to say?
Talk about the dick and how I ride it all day?
I can’t talk about guns, thugs and all that shit,
MJ, Michael Jordan, or Tyson giving you a hit.
And I ain’t like Nicki, I ain’t about them stupid hoes,
Heels, bags and clothes, or painting nails and toes.
Like what can I fucking say? Women can’t be rappers
Inside we’re all just hoes, waiting for a pimp to slap us.
We don’t have the lyrical minds like some of these other guys,
To busy spending our time sucking dicks, and not on rhymes
So listen to what I’m saying, listen really close
Not every girl is innocent, even the quiet ones are hoes.
But I know there’s sisters out there, that can relate to what I’m saying,
Yeah this is a freestyle but I’m seriously not playing.
Men are the heads, but women are the necks
We get to spin you around, control you with sex.
You want that pussy bad, can’t get it so you wait
Then as soon as you fuck that bitch you move to another estate
Like how heartless can you get? That’s the mind of a boy not a man,
That’s as stupid as a black bitch out in the sun tryna tan.
Just listen to my rhymes, listen to this song
One day imma be famous, and imma prove you all wrong.
Now I’m done with this shit, I hope you choke on my rhymes.
R.I.P up on that grave, R.I.P a million times.
Shout out to that bitch for giving me the inspration
To start writing this shit, out of pure determination.