SUCCESS OF THE YOUNG

Okay, success of the young
I'm tired of running
No plateaus and always learning like I am Plato
I make amazing creations like Play-Do
I don't play yo

I am tired of this pussy culture
And all the foreplay in this culture
Like don't y'all feel disrespected
Or is it just okay
I swear to god you can't keep letting us get away

The bags of dimes
The quarter pounds turned coulda pounded
Sickening
I mean this shit is fucking sickening
And fucking frightening
Like respect women but there's no respect so it's woah-man
And let me rap about doing blow off the chest
Now that it's off the chest
Milk me and drain me off my knowledge
Leave me dumbfounded
These dumbed down pc motherfucka's got me clownin
Get it

Equipped but no shit your not acquitted
You ain't worth a milli
Let alone a grand
Man I rather be thrown into the can
Then risk losing all my mothafuckin fans
So fuck outta here man
I've had enough
Now let me eat my lunch
Turn my head the other way and act like I don't give a fuck

Cause I don't it is what it is
Say a prayer man
Peace out