Epic

She say
I want you to care for me
But I don't think you can
She say
I don't need your rhyme book and rhythm
I need a man
She said I will not
Become second place
To a microphone
Or a tour
But I say bae
Cant you see all that I'm doing here
I do for you
And only you
But I'm a rap addict
Still at it
Above average
So savage
I don't play with these rappers I do damage
All of that bag of chips and ham sandwich
In Cold weather with no sweater
I don't condone debtors
So I'm a go getter
I'm a king of the rats
I love cheddar
But this one aint for money its vendetta
A Gorilla and word miller
A beat dealer call me a rap healer
I'm am deep into dirt like four wheelers
But we aint came to stunt we gone kill ya
My style strafe on ya
Take flank on ya
I put years into music
I pull rank on ya
Outcast and I still drop stank on ya
But if you ever disrespect me Im gona bank on ya



Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Lynn Jones Sr.
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