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[Verse 1: Parshy]
Yeah it’s yo homie, rapping the best
[Coming out of high school, still stuck in the mess](pending)
I think so hard I can beat u in chess
Just say my last name and I know you’ll be impressed
No social norm I’m an oddity
So down to earth, like gravity
My lines be smooth not wrinkly
But yours are, so I call ’em cabbage
Same goal, yet they all complain
They’ve only been at it for 27 days
Why forget the love, but remember the pain?
You hate Pakistan but you still love Zayn?
Curse hard and the crowd goes insane
Like its cool to be spreading hate or glamorizing fame
Use auto-tune everybody say you got range
Almost all these rappers 'cept BOBBY RAY!
I’m sayin’ B.O.B with ray bans
Droppin’ verses like ASAP
High-end like maybach
Cross-over like Steve Nash
Stop seeing cash, and saying swag
Like you think pussy within you grasp
You say screw Obama, screw middle class
Then see Romney’s political gaffe
I’m Eastside, forget the west
Man I hate rap, that is unless
You work hard, you got tight lines
You churn out rhymes, like a printing press
Got five dimes to resist crime
Neighborhood watch got leisure time
Few shots and a scream and Treyvon dies
I’m sayin’ this, OUT OF MY MIND!
Uh
[Verse 2: Parshy]
(Cue Nicki Minaj Flow)
You don’t need a feature?
Homie, I’m the feature
You gon’ be the priest
I’mma be the preacher
I can be the he-man, you can be the she-ra
I’mma be the grim, you gon’ be the reaper
Saying airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
’cuz my friend need a wish rite now, wish rite now, wish rite now
Wish him luck, yeah
I seen him hurt like nobody…
His life sways side-to-side, he taught it how to dougie…
He observes pain like an independent study…..
You kids with no iPhone think you’re unluck? (Are you kidding me?)
I don’t need a nurse. I don’t need vet
We all ill here in Cincinnati
I’m sicker than the thoughts in horny teen’s head
I ain’t shy but I ain’t even close to chatty
Ayo English isn’t the best language
Yet spelling isn’t my advantage
Yet I’m fresher than Subway though
Buy me a sandwich
Some dude was like
„I’m the best in the gang, that’s wassup
I sleep with your girl, that’s wassup
I sleep with your girl-„
Okay that’s enough
It ain’t about him, it ain’t about me
It’s about music to change others’ lives
But sometimes, when fame, and lack of skill wins
It’s just out of my mind
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