Texas Boy
Earpulgs in Bs out
Slow beats is who I am
Chopped & Screwed
Lone star state is where I belong
Verses on a rap are words I don't have a chance to say.
SOLO is the way
People be glaring at me like I did something wrong
They don't even know me , just my name.
Its cool with me
If it keeps the phony ass people away from me that are suppose to be called my classmates.
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