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Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
Or better known as ADHD
Is a mental disorder that affects an
Individual's ability to focus
Causing them to move
Around more frequently
They may also have trouble
Controlling their impulsive behaviors
One time for them prayin' on my downfall
Two times for the homies in the chow hall
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shittin' on niggas
When they really should get out more
Four times for the days that were all bad
Five times for the bitches
Who ain't called back
Six times for the kids like me
Who got ADHD just to
Kidnap a nigga like ISIS
Turn a whole world to a crisis
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid usually I ain't like this
Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get uh
Beat the police with a nightstick
In my whole life I been lifeless
Now I'm so fly I'm a muhfuckin' flight risk
Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out
Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house
I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch
Now I got the Bentley and it's blacked out
Family lookin' at me like a cash cow
Errybody dissin' just to have clout
Thought you had a chance
now you assed out
Nigga I'm the muhfuckin' man
Where you at now?
Fuck it I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'
I ain't trippin' this is nothin'
I been livin' in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
Went to hell and got abducted
Meet the devil I'm his cousin
I ain't settlin' for nothin'
Got a metal in the truck
I keep a semi when I'm bussin'
Niggas duckin'
Even Stevie Wonder could've see it comin'
I ain't judgin' I just want the money
I don't need a budget
I been hungry I ain't got no oven
But I got the munchies nigga
How you gon' move on the front line?
If I don't fuck with you I just cut ties
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine
And no I don't know you for the twelfth time
We do not share the same bloodline
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep the same energy
When it's crunch time
According to the American Psychiatric Association
It affects roughly eight percent of children
And two percent of adults
Commonly believed to only affect boys
Because they are perceived as rowdy
And rambunctious
One time for them prayin' on my downfall
Two times for them bitches
In the South Shore
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops
Like a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad
Five times for the bitches
Who ain't called back
Six times for the kids like me
Who got ADHD just to
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses
Double homicide
Kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin' on the surface
But we came from the underground
Yeah we deserve it
What's beef?
Beef is when you murder motherfuckers
On a beat kill 'em all kill 'em all
Nah nah what's beef?
Beef is brothers dyin' over shit
That never mattered in the first place
Lyin' in the street
What's peace?
Peace is when you leave it in the past
Let it heal like a cast
When enough time pass and you blast
Kinda like John Wick bars like a convict
Fuck around and you don't wanna
Start shit woo
Comin' with the hot shit
All they do is talk shit
You could never top it boy
Just stop stop it
High and drunk call that HD vision
All these other motherfuckers
Full of indecision
And I murder with precision
All over your television
I'm numero uno number one
And you is just a subdivision
Never listen we gon' leave them missin'
That's the mission like ISIS
Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicest
It's Logic it's obvious just ask the audience
I've come to body this shit
Yes it's egregious I'm Regis
You Kelly you pussy you pussy
Don't push me I'm Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom
On the internet still hatin' on my last post
I just sent a steak back at Mastro's my god
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses
Double homicide kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin' on the surface
But we came from the underground
Yeah we deserve it
Yeah uh far from the minimum
Killin' 'em with no Ritalin
And 5'9 was the middleman
To get 'em in the same room
Now we on the same tune
And we still the gang dum
The illest of lyricists on the same shit
RattPack clap back on the gang shit
Do it for the love of rap
Not for the fame shit woo
One time for the Grammy that I never got
Two times for the Garden that I sold out
Three times for the street crimes
That I committed
Yeah I did it but thank God
That I made it out
Four times 'cause I'm a fuckin' bastard
Five times Platinum with my last shit
Six times for the beats and the rhymes
Fuck the heat and the crime
Keep the peace like a waistline woo
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