I don't like that shit wen I drop to the whole gang no nigis can blame me and I like that m jst trapping the bae like a cop I don't really no more need you ain't gat make it up to no more everything... I lost t all the fucking dreams that dream for... wea not Real...... n u know that Let me jst be driven in the mind alone... I don't wana fuck with u no more ..... m loosing my tempa...... n u gata know that ..... ama put u right back.... then a go left.... coz m really starting now to hate ye.. Ts not just a dream.... you too know that chefs hat on.. wiiping in kitchen with the pan tho... making some drinks n the fry tho... chilling in the kitchen with pan tho.... making some dope really soup tho.... n a gat make t like m making ma meal tho... for ma mom tho, for ma dad tho, for ma sis tho, ...n a gat make t for ma bro too.. poping up the corns was the worst that I did, coz I ain't gat tym.. n a made t really bad.. that no body cud v taken up the corn n they ate ...cud t be so... a made t so fake...