The Stir Lyrics

They want me to rap like a dumb dumb,
They say I shouldn't sound like where I come from
Brooklyn, can't speak to the young ones,
If I don't move big weight or bust guns,
I gotta say I'm getting money like a trust fund,
Be in the club with mad bitches having much fun,
That's messed up, 'cause you can die from a drug run,
Or get your hands tied up like one-one,
I seen Crips lose blood, 9-1-1, I watched bloods turn cripple, these ain't just puns,
I try to wake 'em up, like when the sun comes,
Imagine getting one-love letters from loved ones,
But instead my words hurt like a stun gun,
Take all the rappers you feeling I am the lump sum,
They just put me in the oven so I'm undone,
I just started it ain't hard to see I'm unsung but I love it though

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