Wombocombo

I was making them grades
And They graded my paper
Trade that for money
I never saw failure
I will never lie
So you know I’ll sleep later
If you want food for thought
You know that i cater
I would check yall songs
But your music is cheesy
I been lit the flames
Can’t no one else feed it
In the fields of success
You know that I’ll seed it
Realest stand ten toes
While y’all in y’all feelings
Never conceited
All of these people defeated
Take it or leave it
You bring it
I yeet it
Never was needed
Missed and mistreated
Flipping the terms
Now I’m the one leaving
They say words won’t hurt
But the bullets be heated
Extended depleted
Red dot looking red hot
If you are facetious
You’re forced to meet Jesus
Of course y’all start reaching
No one will come in
When panic keeps beeping
Protected not preaching
Choppa repeating
Postmortemous seizures
We Tell em no feature
We’re skipping the bleachers
You student I’m teacher
You talk out i eat ya
Reach out to a creature
Ive created a future
That will suit ya
Meet my producer
Turn up like a juicer
I’ve met karma and sutra
Its over and through ya
Like Heimlich maneuver
I party at hooters
I don’t ride no scooters
I pay all my shooters
Im the crap like manuer
The fakes we maneuver
You snitch
We come scoop ya
No mercy
We shoot ya
I ride out in coupe ya
Yall out of tha loop ya
Y’all off the goops breh
I been down since day one
I know yall can see it
Ain’t go leave until the days done
I’m the last one leaving
Guess that means I’m the boss
Mo earning less fiendin
Chess or check mate
I call that achieving
Im winning
I’m blessed with no stressed
That is succeeding
Im yelling that like holla back
What’s a fatta back
To an almanac
I got 50 tracks
And 50 racks
I got 50 senses
What’s the sense I’m that
Not 50 cent
And I’m not a cat
But she showed me
Her titty tats
I gave her a pat on the back
Cuz Im thankful for that
We skrt off
Ain’t a thing change
We been this way
Befo fame
I guarantee they’ll know my name
Said
I guarantee they’ll know my name
Don’t really drink
Less i ain’t payin
I won’t change
Even after fame
I got mine
Know what I’m sayin
Peace like nirvana
Skrt Cobain
Skr skrt skrt skrt Cobain
Skrt Cobain skrt skrt Cobain
Before i forget
Rolling stones said I’m legit
Im still young and talented
I call that that teen spirit
I’ll quit rap and grunge a bit
This that life of the music
Listen to the magic
Called him Donald like President
Gotta go out with a bang
This the man behind the fame
The don’t wanna see pain
All they care about is flames
They want me to sang
And i want the same thing
But these demons
Won’t stop playing
Get them out my brain
Someone please go get my fender mustang
I just want the the drugs
To numb the pain
I just want some love
Like Courtney’s name
Suicide doors on the tour bus
Started from the bottom
Now you know us
Don’t make sense
Now I’m famous
More famous
Than amos
Im no black hippy
Just
Living wild and free
Living fast like
Masarati
Only whites now what that mean
Only white snow with that cream
Always up
But I’m down for the team
I’m down
But up for the task
Forget cups get me a flask
Pass me what’s all in my bag
You either finish first or last
What am i saying
Do your best
Shotgun mic eternal rest