The End

Still writing with a pen
Made In America Shit
This that old school fifty shit
Shot up in the whip
he got hit with the picky stick
but this is something different
Taech you how to rap a bit
but you dont know the half of it
Half the shit you spit still sound like you practicing
Whats up with the fuck shit
Im about to press this button
Im just mother fucking thing let it sing
This aint no telephone but i bet it still ring
Im talking about a gun dummy
Forrest gump run from me
Rob you for your lunch money
Probably cause im still hungry
And everyone under me
every motherfucker still want shit from me
They love you then they leave you then they love you again
I got money in the bank because im good with the pen
And ive been to the pen
And this isnt pretend
I give a hundred and ten and always will till the end
They love you
Then they leave
Then they love you again
So fuck em i dont need em
I aint fucking with them
It seems like now a days i got a bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when it comes to an end
Class in session
Rap style aggression
You could say i'm passionate about my profession
Got more flows then bass pros whole
Fishing pole selection
This about progression
You'll see in just a second
You stuck in the mud
Take a seat learn a lesson
What dumb fuck
I'm the best no question
And If you disagree you can aim in my direction
I bet you miss every time
Like where the fuck did you learn how to rhyme
Youtube reactors missing every line
Like what the fuck
You deaf dumb or blind
(Im not even trying)
Whos next up in line
Trying to be friends shit
Dishing me your rhymes trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana
Fuck the picture fuck the cameras
think your tough until you get handled
They love you
Then they leave
Then they love you again
So fuck em i dont need em
I aint fucking with them
It seems like now a days i got a bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when it comes to an end