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rehab - i wrote this lyrics

and i wrote this and i spit this spoke this
i stayed on track and i kept my focus
know this i will get my shine i will have my time
you gon’ give me mine

danny boone springboard for a thousand careers
been in the game my soul’s older than the sum of my years
alcoholic no you can’t have one of my beers
my brain’s loud like the sound of a gun in your ears
you see me in the garage writing another barrage
lighting up that purple trying to purge my thoughts
been lied to so much i don’t trust a soul
f-ck opinions and advice don’t wanna hear no more
you wanna know ’bout me and how i spend my time
smoking cigarettes drinking ramen and pumping iron
i got scars on my back from an enemy’s blade
southern discomfort still get nate smith paid
i been fighting all my life just to get the f-cking truth
ended up surrounded by phonies acting hard up in the booth
i guess i don’t fit in but ya’ll can’t tell me i’m wack
i’m know i’m dope i can’t get a guest spot on your track

and i wrote this and i spit this spoke this
i stayed on track and i kept my focus
know this i will get my shine i will have my time
you gon’ give me mine
i wrote this and i spit this spoke this
i stayed on track and i kept my focus
know this i will get my shine i will have my time
you gon’ give me mine

no shame i’m profane b-tch i’m f-cking cocaine
they say i’m crazy lets just say not so sane
i’m a liar i’m a thief and i’m a criminal too
you try to run game my x-rays see right through
you wanna f-ck my b-tch you wanna get my loot
you wanna take my spot do what you got to do
cuz i’m more than these new pupils a multifaceted cat
packing scared knuckles you’s a weak -ss with a gat
that’s how i feel about these d-ck riders in and out the studio
yeah they got a little gold lyrics so booty though
haven’t tasted my own blood in a long time
but i remember it well it stays fresh on my mind
knock me down i get up and go right back to swinging
till i’m dead motherf-cker i’ll be rhyming and singing
i’m not a king you need a p-wn you can step the f-ck on
and find some other son of a b-tch before your whole grill gone

now i’m do what i do whether its smash it or trash it
i keep a lot on my mind memories found or tragic
a lot of ya’ll try to stop me plain and simple you can’t
you suck my f-cking d-ck from the tip to the taint
cuz it’s too late i’m here i made it and they hate it
may not live in a mansion in a community gated
i will not be persuaded to be a industry hooker
can’t n0body say i ain’t a raw motherf-cker
sing about spit some venom b-tch name it i do it
but you gon’ give my paper from the jump or screw it
don’t wasting my time cuz i don’t got much of that
and if you get outta line then take your -ss to the back

- rehab lyrics

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