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Witcliffe Seymore Cunningham
Witcliffe Seymore Cunningham
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These niggas they cappin' on camera These crackers they copying niggas It ain't about race bitch it's bigger Take notes while I'm pulling the trigger You fake bitch you be acting all nice These rappers be looking like mice After this I'm a turn up the price Mean muggin' bitch I ain't polite Rapping like I be mad at the mic Disrespect better know it's on sight Smoking ganja I'm taking a flight I put in work now my future so bright I lurk in the bush like a panther Don't shit up yourself hold a pamper I'm taking deposits like banker Yea I am the leader commander When you can't make a move Till they tickle up your nose It's a sick world Can't speak your mind online Get declined even in your prime It's a sick world Oh you offended Go fuck your mama till your heart is mended Oh you offended I'm smiling 'cuz that is so fucking splendid Believe me I'm ready to spit in your face like Pac I'm a nice guy but I'll crack like rock Sum it up quick I'm smarter than Spock I map it out baby I wrote the plot I see the fakes wanna join the team I was too nice but now I'm real mean Twitter fingers going crazy you fiends Ain't doing shit bitch I thought you was conscious Fucking with politics bitch what you mean Former slave masters is all of your sponsors Tell you again better pull up your pampers Shit up yourself better pull up your pampers When you can't make a move Till they tickle up your nose It's a sick world Can't speak your mind online Get declined even in your prime It's a sick world New world order and that is a fact Tryna control but that is all whack Don't need a medal but gimme a plaque Melanin everywhere not only black Traveling fast and I don't need a visa And this isn't all trust me it's a teaser Ice on my neck and I look like a freezer So much to say they might call me a preacher If you got problems don't call me just text me Don't need no pockets 'cuz they be too hefty Thought you was smart 'cuz you was a lefty You disappointed me baby you vexed me When I'm with idiots I act like I'm stupid No conversation I'm keeping it moving Smile and wave I make it look fluid Now they going ask how do you do it When you can't make a move Till they tickle up your nose It's a sick world Can't speak your mind online Get declined even in your prime It's a sick world When you can't make a move Till they tickle up your nose It's a sick world Can't speak your mind online Get declined even in your prime It's a sick world
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