This is not a drill this is overkill,
Thinking shit is candy, til its raining on ya soul 4 real,
The Warming globe is real, shit is gettin colder still
Im sposed to heal but how? the world must not know how my shoulders feel
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Shit is getting heavy i dont need a spot
Lift it on my own, and never see it drop,
Seen a lot of ppl got defeated by the system,
Never even got a glimpse of an end of they sentence, they’ll never see a dot,
Me I’m not street, but I seen a lot scenic route still I got stripes like leaving out the Adidas shop Ppl not, really what they seem to really be aboutl See it and believe but what you reading probably be a bot,
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I think I’m too woke I need to take my ass a nap,
My natural state is the brain on an acid tab They don’t know how I stay on like Aladdin hat
I never fall this a talented balancing act,
Bagging a pack is the actual fashion I rap in fact
Double the package and still smell it thru the plastic bag
Yeah I’m Backing up my ink like a tatted lat
Smoked my grandma out cuz she got cataracts
yeah big facts, in caps,
I go
Hard in the paint watch me pick apart a mismatch ballin like a spin dash, talking all that big cash, Look at all these Washed up dish rags
They been ass
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Fuck who turned they back on me
Used to be the homie now you Mad phony
Wasn’t down to ride
All that baggage must be taxin
You can Carry on but now Look at all these bags on me
Ha! Stupid*
-you missin shots Im pullin up
-pop and stop step back, hear them bullets duck
-i shoot the shots they never would because they shook as fuck
-now the squad good as fuck, look em up