Boy $cout

Riding round town feel like a Boy Scout
Said he got the G put that lil ass toy down
Last song put em in a pack puff big clouds
Hacked right into the site what we talkin bout

You a lil boy worried bout some net worth
Next time I see you imma put you on a sweatshirt
Got your bitch licking dick till her neck hurt
Said they going pro don't know I'm professor

Started lower than I had to go grab a ladder
Can't see me coming like I'm down with the dark matter
Get out of my face 'fore your shit splatter
Yell model citizen and they gon gather

Stay shit talking but my breath don't stank
Hit a play now I'm balling calling bank
Answer quick so it's really no surprise
Fuck
Hate those robots

Got a runner so I don't need no disguise
Bake the pie then you know that I'm getting mines
Said you want the whole pint why you pouring one line
Send you right to your maker see you on the other side

Wanna tap in
Better tell me
Know I got the link for the apps and tele
150 for hit me for a zip of the smelly
She want a real nigga punch the dick up in her belly

Tracfone stay jumping
I ain't talking hurdles
See I got the strings now they try to take down the curtains
Didn't tune in so they not learning
Been up for three days I'm on the page lurking
Going up everyday that's my main purpose
They scammed your whole life you silly like circus

My pain is constant and sharp
And I do not hope for a better world for anyone
In fact
I want my pain to be inflicted on others
I want no one to escape
But even after admitting this
There is no catharsis
My punishment continues to allude me
I have gained no deeper knowledge of myself
No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling
This confession has meant nothing

Riding round town feel like a Boy Scout
Said he got the G put that lil ass toy down
Last song put em in a pack puff big clouds
Hacked right into the site what we talkin bout



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Brown
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