M.M.O. - Blowing Up lyrics

(Verse 1) A 15 year old boy called ammunition , with a big ambition , and an intuition He doesn't really like school cause he doesn't listens And he doesn't give a sh** , like he loves pissing But you can't bring him down by a f**in grade You can tell by the scrapes in his denim (Verse 2) This hostile youth needs to see a therapist Gets pissed off , now other peoples scared and sh** So he hides his emotions , he just tries to bury it But if you saw into his mind you would see some scary sh** He very closed but the same time he's always open Just waiting for a f**er to slit his throaght then (Verse 3) He likes girls , money , and motherf**in weed But he can't get any girls , money or f**in weed His life's a contradiction I know you f**ers listening I know the beat is cold as f** but please f**ing listen Because every time he opens his mouth and these words come out , it seems that noone gets it (Verse 4) No true friends cause he's always shuffling Mother is a soldier and he knows she's always hustling He doesn't give 2 sh**s to what you say I means nothing , to him because the thoughts in his head are rustling Back in forth like a frog in the gra** you can tell by the gash in his a** that he doesn't give a sh** (Verse 5) He's going crazy cause he feels that no one f**in listens Parents aren't together so he feels like there is something missing A serious side of him , that no one ever f**in see's If his mother heard him rap than she would probably f**in heave And if he can't have rap then he would f**in leave , packing bags and sh** (Verse 6 ) A wise man one said if it itches scratch it So you mean that if I get mad grab a ratchet Go to school with a matic let it f**in happen But thats not me , and I don't even have the balls to have it And you cannot grasp it , the idea going through my f**in brain like traffic (Verse 7) He can't be a kanye or Jay-Z And for that it seems like everybody f**in hates me When something go's wrong then everybody seems to blame he But he is f**in wild so they know they cannot tame the His aim 3 ,] But his lanes different Everyone that he hears rap is the same different But this lames different (Verse 8 ) He doesn't give a f** about a trend setter Hears the sh** that signed people put out and he knows he's better Kid with his own style snap back red sweater The game is a b**h but his focus is to go and get her Maybe he should write a letter maybe he should blow and sweat her Even though he's knowing knowngly that he's getting better (Verse 9) This little f** isn't very popular People always challenge but many dont top with him Wants to make a song but they know he doesn't pop with them Just like the f*gs who said he couldn't like pop and them He loves violence but he doesn't have a gun to pop on them Reload (Verse 10 ) He's smart for his age a spark on his page That page from that spark from his age just start up his rage He's try his hardest to gauge The anger from inside of him Got a bit better in spittoon now people riding him He's want to k** em all even if its suicide and then He just posidens them