Children's Hospital Onion Rings
Running in my mind, girl
Lemme jog ya brain
That man ain't hurt shit imma wordsmith
We are not the same
We in Big city streets the industry is not the lane
Though we got symmetry
Timothy is not my name
I'm him
Mr. bruise ya ego
Cut my jeans up leave my chinos
Stoned with Wilma petting Dino
Netting free throws in the sequel
Bitch imma a migo I play wit kilos
I play the game but I pause it for cheat codes
All of my homies is ill and illegal
Roger that all of my weapons are lethal
Wit a heart so full
How'd it get so cold
When the rust don't sleep
How'd we lest let go
This shit might blind u like the sun of suns
Told u that what's done is done
You mad confused
You had to loose
You mass produced
I'm One of one
Yapping on a hunnid drums
Posting on a hunnid bans
Father's son the son of sam
Berkowitz
Dog you heard of it
Versus aint seen the worst of it
Voodoo child how I curse a bitch
Scare Stupid to stay Earnest it's
Taquito mafioso
Put the rope up in yo groupie
Stand at attention look forward and salute me
Water under the bridges
Kicking ice under fridges
I'm Writing my split decisions
With Jesus Christ
Viaduct pidgins
Purple on that hazy shit
A still silence made me spit
Put dick in a crazy bitch
Fear of god in an atheist
Lyrical sparring
Man, You'd be lucky just to land a kick
Emotional scaring
See I don't think yo ass could handle it
Playing a guitar string
I tell a story keep the candle lit
Dante's Inferno but my hot takes on that Randall tip
Helicopter dick
She wave me in on the landing strip
Mustard gas
Bitch we from Chicago ain't no ketchup
Running to a check Foot on they neck I never let up
And if I bust my ass I get my get back when I get up
Going Cointel All Pro shutting down the set up
Heard u lying on my name I hit my lawyer Johnny Depp up
Rallies in my alley see we had to bring the pep up
I'm too sick call the doctor talkin bout a check up
Loafers cuz the bread up getting head to keep my head up
Steve Bartman I'm Cartman
I'm Martin she Gina
We leap at our leisure
I do this for Nia
I do this for tio
I do this for tia
My siblings my parents my friends
And my teachers
All for my city this year we gon brilla
For every idea that's keeping the heat up
For both of my grandpa's n my abuelitas
For our little angel miss Rosey Carmina
Lemme jog ya brain
That man ain't hurt shit imma wordsmith
We are not the same
We in Big city streets the industry is not the lane
Though we got symmetry
Timothy is not my name
I'm him
Mr. bruise ya ego
Cut my jeans up leave my chinos
Stoned with Wilma petting Dino
Netting free throws in the sequel
Bitch imma a migo I play wit kilos
I play the game but I pause it for cheat codes
All of my homies is ill and illegal
Roger that all of my weapons are lethal
Wit a heart so full
How'd it get so cold
When the rust don't sleep
How'd we lest let go
This shit might blind u like the sun of suns
Told u that what's done is done
You mad confused
You had to loose
You mass produced
I'm One of one
Yapping on a hunnid drums
Posting on a hunnid bans
Father's son the son of sam
Berkowitz
Dog you heard of it
Versus aint seen the worst of it
Voodoo child how I curse a bitch
Scare Stupid to stay Earnest it's
Taquito mafioso
Put the rope up in yo groupie
Stand at attention look forward and salute me
Water under the bridges
Kicking ice under fridges
I'm Writing my split decisions
With Jesus Christ
Viaduct pidgins
Purple on that hazy shit
A still silence made me spit
Put dick in a crazy bitch
Fear of god in an atheist
Lyrical sparring
Man, You'd be lucky just to land a kick
Emotional scaring
See I don't think yo ass could handle it
Playing a guitar string
I tell a story keep the candle lit
Dante's Inferno but my hot takes on that Randall tip
Helicopter dick
She wave me in on the landing strip
Mustard gas
Bitch we from Chicago ain't no ketchup
Running to a check Foot on they neck I never let up
And if I bust my ass I get my get back when I get up
Going Cointel All Pro shutting down the set up
Heard u lying on my name I hit my lawyer Johnny Depp up
Rallies in my alley see we had to bring the pep up
I'm too sick call the doctor talkin bout a check up
Loafers cuz the bread up getting head to keep my head up
Steve Bartman I'm Cartman
I'm Martin she Gina
We leap at our leisure
I do this for Nia
I do this for tio
I do this for tia
My siblings my parents my friends
And my teachers
All for my city this year we gon brilla
For every idea that's keeping the heat up
For both of my grandpa's n my abuelitas
For our little angel miss Rosey Carmina
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Desherlia-perez
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