it s summer and i m chilling on my steps with my little crew just like the videos just like all the little rappers do we voice love to the heads we know that walk past sunshine and smiling living out of a shot glass and i talk fast when it comes to girls hey baby i m just a nut trying to fuck a squirrel maybe we could shut the world up let some slug into your life suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up like what do you mean and i start bugging like if i was to follow you home would you keep me would you feed me would you pet me would i fuck you till you re sleepy she said i m creepy and walked off too late i already got off on the fact you even stopped you knew i d treat you like an object you knew i was a rapper you knew it was the trend for us rapper men to disrespect women in front of friends nonetheless here comes that kid sean that i used to be cool with went to school with now this kid is talking fool shit getting supper touchy with his lips about how i stuck his bitch supposedly what the fuck is this supposed to be sean s got nuts he s alone i m with crew now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do i spew look here this makes believers of cartoons and i happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon honestly my man you don t bother me cause everybody bleeds now go and ask your seed who his father be i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what now sean kicked my ass i ain t gonna lie ain t gonna laugh it wasn t fun but fuck em i mma get my gun shit gets done like that in the world of rap if they pushing on ya vibe you just a pussy if it slides so i sprint up three flights didn t do the feet wipe at the door dragging dirt and blood on the rug and the wood floor couldn t believe my squad just stood there and watched word to god spawn is telling me to blame it on my cock i m amped and i mma shoot every motherfucker out there i m ill and i m gonna prove that shit when i get back downstairs into the bedroom my passion aimed at the closet visualizing the top shelf that s where the shoebox is i push the top up enough to fit my hand in reach into the box in a frenzy realizing that it s empty hand rests in the box head festers in an open stun then i remember i don t even own a gun what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what kid what i m like what what what what  writers never die writers never die writers never die writers never die3
['alternative hip hop', 'conscious hip hop', 'minnesota hip hop', 'pop rap']