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1: Termanology]
Sippin' liquor off the 8th floor balcony
Thinking how I the whole world bounce for me
I had the bubble on the low and silently
No longer wanna be but live violently
2 baby mamas, 2 babies, that's 4 to feed
A hundred friends but none of looking out for me
Got tax issues, got dust and got accounting
I just wanna hear my pain this clouded tree
Is it all in my or am I paranoid
Is this comma in the air, one I can't
Can I
Ask you to me the strength
Not to lust for that I can't afford
I don't need no awards or nothing
I was more thinking less nightmares and men in
Thinking how my Aunt Temmy died month
Got me smoking every L like it's my last
I keep it humble, don't chill with that's gassed up
Some of my friends rich, some of them on last buck
How can I showing you love cos you had bad luck
can vouch for me
Any I get mad love

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
The fusillade get sprayed, delayed
I'm just coming for a blaze, every I blaze
Take a minute just to look back in the
As I this the maze
But I'm still a caged rat, that's a fact
And you should 8 that
to get the papers
Caught up all the
to my haters
The pupils
See 'em how traitors
And then rate us greatest and then they slave us
And enslave us in and engrave in our
That we be the greatest
"We too much time"
Taking for granted
The food of life I
I - Last man repping for the planet
I guess they
All my African patois
Pot of gold, I that Harry Potter "poof"
You not a son
You not
up like papa to the realest top shotta

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