Rebels (2014) Call Me Karizma

[Intro]
Black turns to white
Bad turns in sight
Mad 'cause my past seems to capture my right
I'm sad enough, I can't give it up
But honest, just hate that be crazy as fuck
Look up the piers
Still got the fears
I swear this will be a good fucking year

[Verse 1]
Back in the court, like Kobe is
Rape the game dry
Taking name, I'm thinking that it's basically a good time to
Call out and yoll out these rumors
I'm shouting out to assumers
How 'bout I'm back to pursue these girls that you call my illusions
Get a little whiff of my ass, hoe
Smells like roses
Get a little bit of my cashflow
Now your ass broken
Every single weekend, I'm eithеr beating off
Or I'm steady peaking through your window, seeing what pеople do for fun
Because I'm a fucking loser
I don't get invited
We don't need a sober dude, who's just another white kid
I'm done with hearing this beat
Please turn off the microphone
And who hired his ass to rap, I think we have the right to know