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[Talking]
TFPK All Day
I’ve always wanted to do this so I thought fuck it i’d do it, haha
[Verse]
I got one parent, I’ve always had just one
Cos father never loved his son
Momma’s gonna disagree, but fuck it what’s been said is done
My mouth is known to run, and the way things are going
I’ll be an athlete when the verse is done
You’re gonna think that’s a smart one
Surprise to those who know me and always thought that I was dumb
The way you don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Is the way you shouldn’t judge this kid by the way he uses his tongue
Cos doing so to me is how you get your respect slung
So what’s good with you? cos I ain’t got much going on
Just lying in my bed as usual contemplating making a song
Until I turn American Rap music on and realize my accent is wrong
And that I won’t fit along with my icons, so why do I carry on?
Screw up my aspirations and bin ’em
Fuck rap man I should have tried singing
Until I notice that my voice is worn and done
From cigarette smoke in my lungs
And violent words being slung
At teenage bums assuming they’re better than one
You faggot ass kid you can get bunned and get spun
Multiple times like my laptop and KRS-1
That’s urban words of wisdom hitting out your league like a home-run
Energetic assault like batteries, so please pardon the pun
Or is that a punch-line, fuck it, either way it’ll leave your mind stunned
You should see how far my minds come
Cuh’ couple years ago punctuation would have had me done
On every test i’d question marks I didn’t get, I thought I was wrong
I weren’t an ignorant one, but hell I was more interested in having fun than planning what i’d become
But now I’m sat down at the table
And fully capable to succeeded over everyone
So I’mma master every song
And make my net-worth be worth at-least a tonne
That’s easier said than done I know
But the way music seems to go
My foes seem like their mind works super slow
So for me to succeed I only gotta stoop super low
And improve my stupid flow
Then i’ll receive stupid dough and groupie hoes
And a plaque in my own studio
But the one thing money can’t buy is what I’m reaching fo’
I want cupids bow, so I do not die, alone
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