Confessions - Antwon

Twon’s official like niggas with mental issues

Mom scared to kiss you cause all the shit that you been through

Your nose’ll probably run if I shared the shit that I’m into

And we ain’t on the same level so them words’ll probably miss you

Dismiss you if you misuse my lessons, sharp as a ginsu

Toilet paper, niggas get shredded up just like tinsel

game far from simple, ultra real like Mace Windu

Last of a dying breed, so keep your girl with you

Don’t do like them simps do, development is elemental

Coke leader in my brain, portal is my bedroom window

Far from insane, but a war inside my head

, cause I feel I am possessed

And for the last time nigga, my jeans do stretch

Don’t ever judge me like I’m Joe from Infest

Impressed by dimensions of booty and not by breasts

I’m a real nigga, I’mma eat your pussy when we have sex

Confessions of a real nigga

Not a malt liquor sipper

Young and old niggas fucking with them but that’s regular

Not a competitor, he rides his own wave

Makes all the exes hoping, wishing that they’d stayed