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david (tragic) willis - on the map lyrics

(intro)
(davie)
i could never understand the people that kept saying that i ain’t good
apparently i was too soft
that had way too nice of a childhood
it ain’t my f+cking fault that i wasn’t born in the f+cking hood
maybe i should quit rap and k!ll myself
yeah
maybe i should
(whoo)

(verse)
but i’m never gonna do that until i get on the map just to get honey’s back
i can feel the people feeling my music
i’m reading the thoughts and there thinking i’m that sick
oh yeah
oh yeah
that’s the sh+t
that’s the sh+t
uh+huh
i spend the predicament of a citizen that is you have to keep proving innocent
all thesе people
keep his existеnce
all of that means they talking listening
they know that if they get on my premises to turn my nemesis and put my benefits and rapping evidence fit the evidence to make it whack ass
ivan attacking me will be a lack of so high
you gotta turn
i’m so flying
ya callin’ me a pelican
d+mn
i got arrogance
guess it’s kind of bad mess when i put it to your face
you want to get a race to have a race out of sp+ce
you will get the first day
get the f+ck out of here
it’s my turn to have to play b+tch
you don’t want to fight so you better get out the stage and you better because i want the cops trying to stop me
they would always fail
never get me in a jail
even if they did
i would have put the bail mail where it says want to share a c+cktail
you just got to blow up their helicopter with the off the perfectly to hit the spot of some pair of cars
some copper motherf+cker
i a part of the m as a back up
you can never match up
you can never catch up
you want to pick this rap job
put it in spaghetti actually eating spaghetti
they call me a fake ass rapper eminem wanna be without the factors
but that’s just a matter
they didn’t know about the factors and that’s why there’s a disaster chapter about the white crackers
they’re just getting mad cause they know that i’m the better
you want a love letter
put it in your face with a red christmas sweater
when i put these with my arm with gasoline kind of like a carpet around
i need a calculator to decide for all these haters
(outro)
i just don’t give a f+ck
they’re just getting mad because i gotta get on the map

- david tragic willis lyrics

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