Frotin
Frontin about what u got. Trippen off of something that's never going to happen.
Like this dude and his rappen. "He's weak" or is he just might be unique. But the world will neva know it,because yall got him stuck down turned down behind this foam. Couped up,spitting his rhymes only in the privacy of his home.Steady lying to him.Telling him that one day he's going to make it.When you really know there's no chance.And he can't see that it's all just make believe.So he still trys to achive his dreams.And u going on doing nothing.Steady lying,steady frontin.
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