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Uh, look, you signed with Shady, lucky you, word to Joyner Lucas
Spit is sick as hell, this is sickle cell joined with lupus
Round here these boys is ruthless
Probably steal your granny purse, started out stealing candy first
See niggas letting em' can this verse, for what a gram is worth
In the ambulance dispersing, cut you out yo pants and shirt
I'm on that come up and they can't stand the [verse?]
So they try to stop me but none of the answers work
With a random verse I singlehandedly dismantle a band of jerks
Posing as a tease but they really fraud, scam alert
Thirty-something years on planet Earth, I seen things that'll drive a man berserk
Borderline manic, depressive pessimist, weaponless strong army you front your Lexus and necklaces
Driving reckless while checking my messages
Unless it's just texts from my exes like "Boy I knew you would make it"
But your lack of belief when I rapped in that stu' in the basement proved it was basic
This year I hit the ground running with shoes to the pavement
Never had a pot to piss in and plus my pops was missing
But it made me who I am, I never swap with the opposition
Jot to the top position, won't stop 'til you stop and listen
Until my name is on that same list that 2Pac is mentioned
My nigga done pin his power, fuck working for ten a hour
Being the minion to some coward
My opinion may seem sour, but it ain't shit sweet
I try to omit them gunshots that I hear outside of the window
When my kids sleep, for they put a nigga down six feet
Zombies all around this bitch geek but I spit with the dope man flip
So we in sync, no Lorenz Tate but I ink well anytime a nigga let a Pen leak, fuck

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