STOLEN THOUGHTS ♥

chopper the don with it, i wrote lyrics, they ain't grossing a million, liquid don't form an opinion, i'm sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend, sort of tommy lasorda, the way i'm sorting these pitchers pitchers whatever, fuck it my speech is off weekend trip to wherever, only heaven is far metaphors in every color, these indelible bars, jordan 4 seated floorside sittin with mobs, only fear is mediocrity, every time i got a beat i feel like i don't gotta sleep, you keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling shot for all them shots coming out them beaks, sort of like socrates and a prodigy you can't kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer teams, people fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin with you, lyrically sup hmm, being generous too, i remember a nigga demo just sit in a room, made some moves, now i'm known to spit december to june, rented a coupe – cool – met me a chick always keep a rubber, word to telling your kids if you gon do what you gon do, go handle your biz or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill for real, you real then i don't need to say it it's something to be great, it's nothing to be famous.. btw, im mikeia:)

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