White Shoes
Black Hoodie
Baggy jeans
Pen touches my paper
Til' it's dripping ink
My heart is cold
To the point where it starts blackening
That's a mean way to put it
But it won't stop happening
I'm changing
I noticed it
No one seems to know this kid
I made a few mistake
But just forget it
Like I go with it
Hoping no one notices
I'm rogue with it
Empty street
I'm strolling it
I got it
Shot at even while I'm holding it
I breathe the air in the mic
Hoping I'll die with it in my hands
I'll take the chance
It's all I've got
I'm still livin' offa stamps
I'm gettin' cramps
With all these hater
Hangin' on my pants
I kick em off, Cause I ain't lettin' them ruin my plans
Dirty
I play dirty