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On My Drake Shit

Young Korgy

2 Birds, 1 Stoner, 2014, İngilizce

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Rah!
Young Korgy!
2 Birds, 1 Stoner!
On my Drake shit
Still 1337M0B though
Don’t get it twitted, bitch!
They say “hate is a strong word”
But it ain’t as strong as love when you feel this way about her
Truth is, I been a bit misogynistic
Flippin’ different bitches then I hit ‘em ‘til I’m finished
Givin’ not a shit if they gettin’ off, ‘cause stickin’ is the mission
Left ‘em feelin’ like a victim, ‘cause I’m vicious
But now I’m feelin’ different, on my 2 Chainz shit
Even though I been played on some “Foo Dang” shit
And I’m feelin’ confused ‘cause it’s a cold world
And every time my heart is open they just hand it back to me broken
And it’s left me feelin’ hopeless
Likе a Christian losin’ faith and findin’ out we’re really soullеss
So rap and weed are my focus and my homies know this
And Xanax used to be my ex, now she’s my side bitch
Take away the painful memories, allow me to forget
She knows who she is and I love her to death
My vixen, she’ll fix up my heart, it’s a mess
In my eyes she’s the best and I know that I’m blessed
Despite lack of faith, you could call her my goddess
Do my best to never call her “bitch” through love and the stressin’
And she know she the object of my affection
The only fish in my sea, my rod learned a lesson
Fuck the bait, the chum, the ladies and sluts
Never doubtin’ in her feelings, she’s the loyalest one
And she can rest easy that I’m feelin’ the same
‘Cause she shot me in the heart with the perfectest aim
Rah!
Fuck it!
On my emo shit!
Part two!
I’m gettin’ real sick and tired of workin’ my ass off here
But at least I’m makin’ more than last year
Can barely afford my weed, bills and Pabst beer
And they wonder why I’m ready to snap here
I don’t want a child and I don’t want a wife
Only thing I wanna do is live my own life, my way, on my terms
Fuck wakin’ up at 2 to calm my birthed sperm
Another mouth to feed? It’s hard enough to feed me
I see people havin’ kids and married at 19
Like what the fuck? Y’all are younger than me!
I’m only 24, how can y’all afford that?
But even if I could, I’d rather abort that
I look at you and all I see is wasted youth
You look at me and you think I’m so uncouth
‘Cause I’m the one that don’t follow society’s do’s and don’ts
I don’t believe in God, I’m a sinner not a pope
Oops, I mean a saint, but fuck that
I’d rather tip back six six-packs
And six shots of Jack ‘til I’m tipsy and sick, yack!
But for real, I’m eatin’ ramen for meals
Minimum wage and stackin’ one dollar bills
But I know y’all don’t give a fuck about how I feel
You got your own issues and you heard this before
From every other rapper that’s comin’ up poor
Rah!
State of mind part three!
Rrrrah!
I feel like I got no fans
Like I’m stuck in a fuckin’ funk and I’ll never advance
I feel like I’m stuck in a trance
And the only thing that’s helpin’ is smokin’ these plants
So I should just sell out, right?
You know, make a catchy song and dance
Yeezus or the Deevil? I can hardly decide
Do I sell my soul to one side or to the other?
They say “hip-hop is dyin',” what a surprise
I’m undead, no wonder they show no love to a brother
I could be the son of a god, they’d still ignore my shine
Rub my nuts on the Bible, now that’s what I call “sack-religious”
Y’all act divisional, but my rap is a critical
Piece to release the deceased from their prison though
This individual is a cynical
To beliefs that deceive the people to believe
In a sequence of events that’ll lead to their death
This is war in the trenches and neither side will relent
Until there’s none of us left, so pull your head out your asses!
Rah!
2 Birds, 1 Stoner
Open up them chink eyes
Young Korgy

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