Diwadiwadonald

Dedicate til I’m dead in a crate
And hauled off y’all lost a livin' and breathin' great
So lets celebrate like its 1999 again
Pray I write a rhyme my pen collectin' dust and gathering
Bear the weight of the world, the fate of me and my girl
Debate the pay or the toil of makin watched pots boil
Just like a shots recoil I ain’t wastin' no energy
Him famous, the infamous Don F Kennedy
Upon the bullets entry he, fled the life he led
Bled every word he said gushin' forth from his head
Hand and heart, scan the charts son you’ll find none like him
Crawl before you walk, stumblin' to run and bite him
MC’s is teethin' on the three ring or composition ruled
(I'm) opposite the rule, following the path of them fools
I’m self made, self taught, demons self fought
Out to pay myself first so the album self bought
Felt caught between a rock and hard place, rockin at a hard pace
(Like) Rock hard in a broads face huggin' on the first date
A wolf in sheeps clothing, vintage jeans need sewing
Flippin' Nike boxes open, scuffles kicks that ain’t been broken in
Flyest thing flowin' next to delta beverage service
Why you ain’t go first, dog? yeah dog i know you nervous
If I was you, I would be too, I’m disgruntled and don’t like you
No tellin' what I might do