Chaplin

Hear me buzzing cousin I'm about my beeswax Robitussin in my cup I pop a 3 stack I'm in your city poppa tell me where the weed at Before a drop a 50 on this macbook I need that Fake rap Cause i don't beatbox But i whip crack your shit rerock So chic No d block Why your birds on the ground like a peacock While my birds in the sky through the tristate Only love in my heart for those who try hate Those who see money and they eyes dilate Some ones who take food off of my plate Y'all kaka your donuts rap you a coppa I roll my album out in dade county lockup Thinking how the fuck I'm gonna clock this milli False move offa nuke this fool to pop a silly This is my final speech i think I'm charlie chaplin I've been to the top theres no heaven above us We underground locked in the dungeon till they love us So i cut my wrist on some indie shit Billy ramp bollywood on some hindi shit I'm borderline tripping one fourth of the time Do a quart of moll up in my fourth and be forced to retire If i ever drown it'll be in an ocean of smiles You can never hold me down bitch I swear its a long time coming All this nothing I tried it y'all way now its time to show me something You better call me young lurk The pockets with done dirt The homie was trying to cry I told him to rhyme first Told him he better ball Cause chances ain't much worse But this? this didn't happen I did this shit on purpose You can bullshit all you want But this artistry come first Thats why another golden era throwback to gotta hurt This is my final speech i think I'm charlie chaplin