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knonymous - my life كلمات الأغنية

windows with bars black mold on the wall’s mom worked every day didn’t have to take me to the mall watching my sister before she could even crawl with my hands covered in scars i’m writhing this rap trying not to say so much cr-p i work with my dad work to hard that my arm hurts so bad i need a shoulder strap glad i moved from that house it was like a death trap these words should be sticking to you like f-cking tree sap trying not to be so c-cky but people try to mock me but i try to stay still like a rock and stay tough like rocky i admit i didn’t think i would be writting this shit but i don’t quit haven’t really been doing so good in school trying so hard not to lose it i get so mad but i hold it in trying not to throw a fit cause you b-tches need to learn some manners gonna curse you out even though i don’t have perfect english grammar starting a career in this rap game but not for the game but but i keep thinking that my raps are lame cause this shut is starting to sound the same cause i got so much in my mind it just can’t come out all in the same time it’s my time to be prime cause i have plenty of time have never done a crime but i still can’t make a dime and i’m only fifteen but i’m yet to be seen cause they think i’m weak cause i look skinny but i’ll k!ll you with my words and throw your ads in a creek having a new attitude i am showing a bit of grattitude coming out of my personal closet with still no money in my wallet liking crazy with my eyes coming out of my eyes sockets with my hands coming out of my pockets still trying to make a song that’s long and strong so people can play along to my music so it can be amusing filling i’ll you b-tches don’t even know how i feel one shot shoot to k!ll got alot of f-cking sk!ll think i’m rapping well never fail always raising hell going breathless i’m the best yes what i try i try to do my best i think i’ve impressed i know that i’ve progressed the best i think i’ve addresses cause i’ve been trying so hard i’m gonna bombard this rap game but what stops me are these critics but these birches don’t even know their limits cause i’m tired but i’m desired to keep writting these raps until i can’t think of anything anymore

- knonymous

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