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Back
To
The
Topic
Carolina
blue
kicks,
pedal
to
the
metal
Feeling
like
a
puppet
and
the
Devil
is
Geppetto
Letter
to
the
ghetto,
hold
your
head
high
You
can
pick
apart
my
raps,
I
ain't
told
ya
na'
lie
I
want
a
little
dark,
I
like
to
fuck
a
tan
line
Go
on,
look
for
a
better
nigga:
girl
you
can't
find
Fine
young
man
with
an
old
man
mind
No
time
for
the
tickle,
fuck
the
whole
mankind
"Aw,
no
ma'am"
I'm
an
old
land
mine
I
been
waiting
to
blow
up
for
a
long
damn
time
Now
I'm
armed
and
I'm
Fayetnam's
finest
Carolina's
savior,
marijuana
blazer
Only
on
occasion
cause
my
mind
be
racin'
Lost
in
my
thoughts
so
my
eyes
be
Asian
Thinking
how
these
rap
niggas
gotta
be
fakin'
Whole
style
obviously
copied,
pasted
Plagiarized
swag,
may
arrive
last
But
when
it's
all
said
and
done
I'mma
be
ahead
of
them
Way
that
I
describe
it,
prescribe
a
nigga
medicine
What
that
I
be
fly
I
be
higher
than
the
Jet-a-sons
Moving
on
up,
nigga
higher
than
the
Jeffersons
All
about
the
Benjamins.
Bad
chicks?
Send
em
in
Basic
hoes?
Toss
em
out,
can't
even
get
Waffle
House
Hatin'
niggas?
Chalk
em
out.
Go
on,
get
the
coffin
out
What
you
talking
about?
Lil
man
My
shit
hair-burning,
you
not
even
a
lil'
tan
I'm
ill
enough
to
kill
cancer:
baby,
I'm
chemo
Down
in
Miami
and
I
throw
like
Marino
Get
a
whole
lot
of
you-know
and
she
bald
like
an
Eagle
No,
not
on
top
but
down
there
She
say
she
want
to
hop
on
top,
"girl,
I
don't
care"
You
better
get
yours
fore
I
reach
mine
Cause
then
I'm
throwing
peace
signs
If
you
a
freak,
I
can
take
you
to
your
peak
Girl
I
do
it
to
the
maximum:
Nissan
And
I
hope
you
a
believer
I'm
quarterbacking,
trying
to
get
you
open
like
receivers
Far
from
an
overnight
achiever,
Cole
is
like
the
leader
Of
the
new
niggas,
to
tell
the
truth
I'm
only
fucking
with
a
few
niggas
If
that,
the
rest
of
you
niggas
get
lapped,
I
sit
back
And
reflect
on
the
rap
game,
I
came
From
out
of
nowhere
Nigga,
I
swear
them
lames
ain't
know
how
to
prepare
Got
niggas
shouting
out
"The
'Ville,
I
gotta
go
there"
Boy
don't
you
know
you
get
shot
over
there?
I
say
my
prayers
cause
this
life
ain't
fair
A
bunch
of
backstabbing
niggas,
hope
the
knife
ain't
there
A
bunch
of
temptation
facing
when
your
wife
ain't
there
Yeah
late
at
night,
when
I
got
the
phone
call
and
made
her
right
But
my
crib
was
straight
ahead,
shorty
gave
me
head
Hit
it
then
I
quit
it
'fore
she
even
made
the
bed
Damn
I'm
no
good,
but
damn
it's
so
good
I'm
picturing
that
body
like
a
camera
phone
would
Something
like
Rihanna
while
I'm
up
in
that
vagina
Type
of
chick
that
only
dress
in
something
that's
designer
I
could
give
a
fuck
as
long
as
there's
something
that's
behind
of
her
Got
the
type
of
bump
that
make
a
dog
wanna
hump
Back
to
the
topic,
actually
forgot
it
Hoes,
money,
I'm
the
shit...
oh
yeah,
I'm
reminded
The
way
I
put
the
words
together,
cleverly
align
em
These
other
rap
niggas
should
never
be
a
problem
And
I'm
ghost
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