I see why i have no followers
Cause I'm that mentally ill man
Who's from the future
So I gave up
No more fighting
To spark the brain
Even my poetry
Is weak like my pockets
Might us well become
A mumble rapper
It's the only thang
That keeps this generation alive
In my feelings
More like a bad dinner
That gave me
A terrible sickness
Only response i get
Is to talking about sports
If Trump is the goat
Then why is America
Not great again
Too busy being dumb asses
Let me cash this check
And come back
With that mixtape of insanity
Its the only thang
That sells
Nine year old Quaden
Faked a bullying video
And got 200000 racks
Social media is the new form
For getting rich quick
But im crazy
For wanting to be a hero
That's dead and gone
Give me the drug
So i can rob you
Its the only way
To leave the ghetto
Now I'm a billionaire
No more being stuck at home
Just to scroll through IG
Now I can be a savage
Telling you all
That you are dumb
You don't get tired
Of the fake people
But I'm crazy
Now I can erase
This bad dream
Cause I'm rich
Only those who are rich
Can influence those
Who chose to be
The victims in a bad horror film
But I'm crazy
I only write what makes sense
What's the point
Of talking about
Pussy, drugs, cars
Or making up dumb dances
You ain't tired
Of the dumb shit
Just like yall ain't tired
Of the dumb tv shows
And movies by Tyler Perry
But I'm crazy
Not my fault
You don't appreciate
A rare breed
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