how bout dat

gettin real sick with this pencil you laughing online while I murder these lines, your falling behind, im breaking your spine, sorry you'll just bleed out n die no ambulance in time im outta my mind oops didnt mean to make you cry guess im getting outta line how many times can i tell you you doubt me thats fine im happy im fine I foucsed my eyes my eyes on the prize its apart of my thrive I can feel it inside this culture is mine I'm running through time I'm climbing inside I'm ready to ride how when my heads filled up with doubt now but what if i cant make it out wow these excuses are getting old now Yeah i should probably do something about that maybe try to rap fast but what if i dont get my point across when I do that is that a trap like fake shit coming out my mouth like mumble rap man fuck all that I just wanna rap n spit facts sit back count stacks thats that how can i become the one to do this can i be a good enough influence rapping about the crazy shit I did Will i ever make it big who even gives a shit I just wanna fucking live I just wanna start up a movement for kids who never had shit but room for improvement do you know what I'm saying? apart of my plan I'm the motha fuckin man its coetzee in this bitch address me like a big man stand up straight and tuck ya damn shirt in i dont wanna have to tell you again one day all you gonna realize im a big deal like machoman cooking up beef at the taco stand dropping all these bombs like Iron man whipping biscuits in the kitchen which yo momma man im a savage damn sorrynotsorry fam never owned a pair of Tim's maybe one day i can bars medicore i know thats a fact im working real hard to perfect my craft and when i do that wont no one laugh you gone all kiss ass and im gone laugh cash me outside how bout dat