Far I Fell

Michael LaPorte

Undercover motherfucker
Laying low only trusting my brothers
Got a good girl who call me her lover
Got a couple others might be in trouble
Pretty boy yeah I look like my mother
Making noise yeah that's how I does it
Need a rollie so I call up my cousin
Wrist froze yeah I copped me a dozen
The bitches they know that I run it
They rubbing and tugging
We kissing and hugging
I never be bugging
When I get some loving
I don't got a budget
A goat I'm becoming
I'm bout to be something
You know that I'm stunting
There ain't no discussion
My brain is on fire
Cuz I keep in drugging
I'm full of desire
From booze that I'm chugging
Rapper for hire
You know I be struggling
For streams
I keep chasing dreams
This is the daily routine
Till I'm a money machine
Till I start printing that green
I'ma just burst at the seams
I'ma just come up with memes
Or come up with schemes
Until I be hearing the screams of the crowd
I'm taking a bow
Fly off of the ground like I'm on a cloud
First thing I'll do buy my momma a house
She'll come to the grammys
She'll be so damn proud
I'm smoking that loud
Oh
That shit stink
Need one more blunt
Need one drink
Don't give a fuck
Bout what y'all think
I'm smoking grav bongs
Out the sink
Like
Yeah that's right
Outta mind outta sight
When I ignite I take
Flight
Flight
Flight
Flight
I be up all night
Spitting on this mic
Don't think I'm alright
Think I need some help
Think I need the belt
Musta went through hell
That's just how I dealt
Now I'm doin well
Didn't hear no bell
Swear I went to hell
Damn how I far I fell
Damn how far I fell
Couldn't sit and dwell
Swear this rap shit put me in a spell
Make a thousand songs
Before I'm back in hell
Damn how far I fell

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