Wierd
All I trusted was my instinct to fit in
Redirected my personal opinion just to fit in
How could I fit in? When I know there are unheard voices
Creeping the back of my brain scary noises
Well that’s weird
Am still a man with no beard
Small nigga never been fared
Lyrically illiterate
With a few lines and bars I try to be legitimate
Just plaining to be a million dollar rolling stone
Giving away my contacts to everyone
So that I can also get the chance to hang up the phone
That ain’t true
Killing bees at the bee heave that ain’t poo
I was never gangster but I can project the knowledge
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