Confessions

[Intro] It's Official, son [Verse 1] Twon's official like niggas with mental issues Mom scared to kiss you cause all the shit that you been through Your nose'll probably run if I shared the shit that I'm into And we ain't on the same level so them words'll probably miss you Dismiss you if you misuse my lessons, sharp as a ginsu Toilet paper, niggas get shredded up just like tinsel [Pan?] game far from simple, ultra real like Mace Windu Last of a dying breed, so keep your girl with you Don't do like them simps do, development is elemental Coke leader in my brain, portal is my bedroom window Far from insane, but a war inside my head [?], cause I feel I am possessed And for the last time nigga, my jeans do stretch Don't ever judge me like I'm Joe from Infest Impressed by dimensions of booty and not by breasts I'm a real nigga, I'mma eat your pussy when we have sex [Hook] Confessions of a real nigga Not a malt liquor sipper Young and old niggas fucking with them but that's regular Not a competitor, he rides his own wave Makes all the exes hoping, wishing that they'd stayed (x2)