Truly

this boy flexing gucci boy your paper loose leaf i dont even like this planet want to leave i dont even have a nose can barely breathe still i smell the bullshit and see through the lies i cant be nice too much they might want to slide reality isnt real im just trying to make things right get my piece of the pie this one is going to hurt i cannot even quit the smoke even for my own health writing sick rhymes while i hold the cigarette letting it slowly burn away no chorus on this one no mercy for a nun i am truly the holy one the holier one i cannot lie i cannot eat an apple but damn would it be sweet i want to quit but never truly die never truly accept defeat when i dont got my girl around i just beat my meat i would rather waste my own seed than cheat these racists on the beat they got nothing to say these boys mad at me when i got a lot to say better back up essay i got the ak ready to spray im bored might finish school im not a handyman but i always carry my tool might act a fool and make all of them drool ooh