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Bored as hell i'm tryna find someone to beef with

Got two bitches tryna find someone to sleep with

Not from Chi-Raq but they sayin' I'm a genius

I'm workin' hard so yeah all my nights sleepless

Check the table, yeah, a few is what I eat with

I get way hotter when the sun is at its zenith

I'm undefeated

Took your bitch to Neiman's

She just spent a bag and got a bag

Now we leavin

How you say you love me

Damn lil' bitch I think you dreamin

Said she wanna move but damn lil' bitch i know you tweakin

I don't do drugs, I be high off the money

I don't do hugs unless she got some head for me

I don't fuck with hoes unless they got them a buddy

FNN's and two-two-threes

Got'em acting real slutty

I'm from the city where the kids on the corner 'fore they drop out

You better duck your head, cause they be shootin' while the cops out

Got custom new rims all on my car

Bad bitch, fat ass, all on my cock

I hit the gas then the beat drop

These rappers be hatin' look like Pete Rock

Yeah, they askin' if I got another classic in me

Boy, I was born to do this shit, so I got fifty

Fifty more reasons they gon' try and get me

They sendin' devils at me so I'm callin' up Nipsey

Prayin' up to God, hopin' life goes long

But I'd rather die with all my pride

Than on my iPhone

End up ninety with all fake friends

With no one there to pray for me when I sin

Mama prayin' I win

Yeah, my pops prayin' too

They forgot about the real

Until I hopped in the booth

Got grown men rappin' bout all the crack that they sold

Yeah, we push a little way but we don't do braggin' bro

My skills create catastrophe

They do damage your sanity

This life we live is vanity

Talk truth end up like Kennedy

Put bullets through your head

If you tryin' to free the mind

The sheep speak frequent

But in fear of what's behind

The truth they tryin' to hide

See the signs of all the times

All the signs they leave us blind

To decide what is right

But inside of my heart

Can't deny my will to fight

Verbally inebriated

Spiritually appreciated

Killin' any deviation of rappers who seek creation

Tryin' to destroy the next man for a piece of pape- and

i align my highest self but I don't touch no ganja

They still out here bitin' style call them boys piranhas

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

You don't know my name, thoooooo