I DON'T WRITE HOOKS!

Get lost find a spot that nobody can get to
Life's a mother fuckin' game and ain't nobody pick you
Man this flow so cold but I don't need a tissue
Yeah my music make you pissed off what's the issue
With a mother fucker speaking his mind from his mental
Apparently it's everything
With how many times
I've been stepped on with my size nine shoes that's what it do
This power getting to my head you gots to see it through
Bumpin' the powers that b on my fuckin way to school
With my fuckin' back slouched cuz my chain outweigh my books
Pacquiao I don't write hooks
This game of life is something I that I really choked from the neck and took
Find me at the deepest of my fears
That intersects with crooked rhymes that make you look in the books
The kid can cook
Over hot fire
Misunderstood
Choppin' like wood
The four letters with spaces that could
I stand just where I stood
You shoulda
Coulda
Woulda
Let me rip the mic and pull the hood
Got a lotta shit to say that's why a mother fucker good