Yeah, wordplay overkill. Feedback is appreciated as always.
It is said like opposite of being happy that I’m mad
‘cause like a child of your uncle I’m usually set
On adapting fast like chameleons to the air
Like an offspring as in not nine months of care
So fuck what you heard like followers of shepherds
Nobody like cremated can sound like me, yessir
I’m unique like one in twenty people with an extra rib
I write on some doctor crib shit without the cripple, shit
Whether, like the phenomena of pouring on umbrellas
I just chill or ether morons like the diss to roc-a-fella
I still, like theft or metal allowed be in the struggle
The long arm stretching around me like a cuddle
Yet I don’t break the rules like a cue and a white ball
I’m fronting, like back is opposite, I just write, y’all
Trying to live as proper as Gandhi without any gun’s, see
I don’t pimp, see, I just thrill people like UGK’s Bun B