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my parents want me to focus on school and threaten to take my phone and switch sure school but threating to take what makes me happy and myself is kinda low

                                 Sorry
          Rumble
          They gon' take yo' face off
          Spirit of a lion describes my soul
          Give it up to Zion, then my fire grows
          Wishin' of a riot inside my lobe
          Am I trippin'? Is the highest when I fight my foes?
          Bip, I'ma hit 'em with this, you 'bouta get yo' ass kicked
          My technique is so sick, I'm 'bout to make the hit quick
          Whole lotta muscle (chyeah), you don't wanna be in a tussle (chyeah)
          Better than me? That's rubble
          You want trouble? What's up, dawg?
          Feelings hot to kill a top guerilla
          Drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp
          For real, your clock it yield and stop
          Your will is shot, the deal was knock ya 'til you plop
          I got the hell comin' your way
          You softer than a thing of Yoplait
          Never competitive with the better kid, I go cray
          Gonna be deaded because I fed it to the mo' graves
          When you wake up in that wet blood
          Ain't no way you 'bout to get up
          How you know that I taxed yo' ass
          'Cause you got the motherfuckin' check stub
          Always gonna have to pay cost when you steppin' in my way boss
          When I build steel and you stay soft, you're gonna punk out when we face off
          Rumble
          They gon' take yo' face off
          They gon' rumble
          They gon' take yo' face off
          They gon' rumble
          They gon' take yo' face off
          They gon' rumble
          They gon' take yo' face off
          They gon'
          Rumble there young man, they rumble
          Run up, get a combo, quickly help you understand but stay humble
          Don't nobody wanna talk about the weight of the world
          The weight of the world'll make 'em all crumble
          And I might stumble, but I pick myself up, brush myself off, my thoughts of a goddamn boss
          I am at they neck like I'm Malcolm X, like I'm Dr. King, like I'm Cornell West
          Like I'm Huey P., like I'm Booker T., like I'm Rosa Parks
                                        not sorry

does anyone play roblox?

hey anyone care if i kill myself i mean all i ever do is get in the way

Thanks for the follow 

Sup randos roast me