You would think all rappers would tote guns, do drive by's, and have plenty of girls. Well guess what that's a lie. I came from the slumps, lil pakistan, but as the country name it Fort Myers. I wonder how most people survived in this city but of course no one gives a shit. I'm not a "pretty boy" or a "over achiever" I just know that I gotta be a baller. Plus I only fuck with a few nobody can b trusted. I wake up to a city filled with drama with no way to get out. We kinda have a few fine little ladies from here to there, but like my uncle said Looks Are Deceiving. The only way I think I'm gonna get out of the slumps is with a mic and a beat. For some reason I ain't the type to slang dope and bust bullets. The only thing you see from this city is niggas with the potential to accomplish big things but of course the dope fuck em up. My goal was to be different and get the hell out of here and I can really care less about how I was gonna do that. Somehow I just choose to spit bars.
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The Life of a Young Thug
Teen Fictionhow a rapper from a bad neighborhood stay motivated and became a rapstar
