trash colony – my mom doesn’t like my raps lyrics
[verse 1: nimrod]
searching for a honey dip who ain’t looking for money clips
cause i ain’t got them
that’s why the clearance rack is what i’m rocking
just a couple nickles and a tattered bill down in my pocket
when it comes to rapping i’ve been told to stop it
hold that thought and put it in your finger tips so i can knock it
jot a clever rhyme and rock it out the stadium
garage rapping never trapping
universal yo i’ll probably have your parents clapping
asking what the h-ll happened to the kid i raised and taught to be the greatest he can
well sorry, but i’m down on my luck
and while i try to tie these knots it just starts falling out of plan
i gotta little group of people f-cking with the way i spit
and that’s all i could ask for
rhyming knocking at the back door
asking are you sure you wanna hear it?
cause while i’m spitting it my father’s right behind me in spirit
had a shady record and he couldn’t clear it
so while he’s doing time i’ll have to carry on his legacy throughout my lyrics
i’ll spit a verse so i can put some money in my mom’s purse
that’s what i’m gonna focus on first
cause recognition’s not the mission
never been my ambition
but rather that i prove to all the people’s turned cheeks
that my words combined with the raw beat will make you aw freak
a teenage creep invested deep in my career
i got these beats b-mping back and forth between each one of my ears
i hope that what i’m saying is clear
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