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Published on Mar 15, 2011
Yea, so Writing Heroics is still on the way. Just wait... For anyone looking forward to it that is lol.
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of course... LYRICS: You're thinkin' you're the man oh wow how convient, Tell that lie to Ripley and I bet he won't believe it. Call it how I see it, Saws to the ankles of your boy FamStar wouldn't make me defeated. Alright, ok let that line simmer, You eat or get served what am I have for dinner. I'm feastin', greedy, crazy, bonkers, The game is countin' on me they made Fam my phone number. I don't give a damn if you thinkin' you run it, In addition to that I can take away from it. How would you react if you found I made it, You're memory is like a Jordan jump shot, faded. Even Jersey Shore couldn't handle my situation, It's apparent I run game these bitches just commentate it. Alright, ok, how you bitches feelin', You throw salt in my wounds all that shit will do is heal it. I'm nice if y'all ain't got it right, I applied for the job of rap nigga and I was over qualified. Damn, I'm just makin this worst, And you can feel the pain and the anguish in the verse. Somebody call the nurse, Fuck it it's too late you should save time and money just prepare a hurst. Don't let me drive it, I only pick beats that niggas ain't do good on, I hope you like this. I'm good and I know it, I'm saving Hip-Hop on some Superman shit there you have it, Writing Heroics. Quiet any beat like they was really yellin' I'll beat that ass in your house baby boy like Melvin. Money ain't an object, I'm FamStar homie, I'm tryna end up with more fans than the projects. Don't start slackin' in your defence Or I'll dog you like Vick did in 2010 season. Here for a reason, The lyrics are in the description I encourage all of y'all to go read it. This is just bein' honest, I'm just so sore of this, But I only go harder when I wanna call it quits. You see life is a bitch, And you ain't got a life so in the end, to me you are just inglorious. Can I be real, can I be frank, The girls is callin' me Woody but I ain't Tom Hanks. I'm killin' this damn, Shout out to Ralph Ellison he's the prime reason why I'm invisible man. So nigga replay this the best is yet to come (cum), So what are niggas gonna do when I bust that nut. So who are you tryin' to play today, I was only built Ford tough to watch these bitch niggas decay.