I quit

I quit
Nashon kemp
Im at ur neck like a lymphoid rip Floyd with this toy...my verses like a train and ya minds the track... I stack shit so intact make them ahead of me start looking back...yea I'm black na I'm brown bitch yet my verses are red...straight lethal spitting the sickest shit ever since the first day I was a pupil...have them white faces turning red like did u hear wat he just said....niggas in the crowd shouting go 518 i got the girls in the crowd yelling Nate the great.... Admiration to the fullest but those that take it in too much is a foul bitch... So quite it pompous niggas drop off this earth like a dieing breed... And most usually die before they can read...so quit it rich niggas at the top they the ones all our Capitol feeds yet here we r begging for a job saying that to get money we don't have no means...what ya mean crack don't hurt to sell and shit weed ain't free.... Don't these nigas wanna grow up so stop dealing cuz no shit comes free wats ur cost... ur life is what ur paying with...whose the boss it's ur life but who u running for... I run for myself tho many people follow...who u running with...it's a rat race so who ever joins me joins me it really don't matter...as long as we get to the finish without dieing being the outcome...

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