For the Kids

Better cover up your head like your balding
I'm about to let it go like I'm Frozen
While I'm cold as the tundra you've been thawing
But I ain't asked to be the best I was chosen
So if you hate on me you've got a problem with God
That's why when I clap back all they do is applaud
I contrive with my tribe all we maraud
You keep lying on the line because you is fraud
An its no space for it you're a waste poet
All your music is a dick and I dont have a taste for it
I rep every single city with a ghetto
The type of place you visit and start shaking like Jello
Chasing dreams cause I've been running from nightmares
I feel like a computer with unlimited ideas
You treat me like I'm wicked but you know that I'm righteous
But I'ma keep on building until we're big as an IKEA
Or Rap factory Hip-Hop academy
Talking behind my back and better hope it don't get back to me
I'm verbal satisfaction and you're merely satisfactory
To music I'm Hugh Grant and this is Love Actually
I'm dope because they're saying so
Extraordinary and cool Paul McCartney in a Kangol
No your salt don't affect me I'm sweet as as mango
You ever want to try me come and find me in the desert like Rango



Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Lynn Jones Sr.
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