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From underground like Pennywise were my slanty eyes
Way too many times I follow plans that don't materialize
I had to study, peep the ways of sheisty business guys
Sell you on a dream, build your music on a pile of lies
I give you game, please apply it to your thirsty lives
America is burning, I don't think you'll make it out in time
Used to not know who's for real in my early days
Nowadays they probably wouldn't share my gofundme page
And while I'm on that page, it's crazy that it's gotta be
Crowdsourcing money just to cover all your doctor fees
I guess it's literally value with them likеs and shares
Facebook'll detеrmine whether you are getting proper care
You probably not, you probably bought plan A
And that don't pay the cost for doctor laughing in your f**king face
A shifty character, like capital-E
That'll press you like a keyboard key, the OG is

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I was born to be a thorn in your side
This what happens when the atoms start to split and collide
I do boats on the island, we're propelling raa raa
You think I'm tripping off who tripping off they phone timeline?
I'm type regular, still be smoking J's that I roll
And every time I flex a little, I keep ya'll on your toes
Behind the scenes with it, this could get the feds all in it
They afraid we fund militias to get weapons augmented
(haha) We buying books for school children
When there's no coordination in your chase, you trippin
It's cool homie, for real for real
You know the deal the deal
The deal is you get broken crown
Like Jack and Jill on f**king hill
I'm just tryna Black Thought, spazz on funk, flex
And stop the president from punching b***ons at his f**king desk
Topple the chalice, spill it empty till it's over
Till it's empty as the promises he made to white voters
It's good

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F'real f'real, I coulda got somebody killed
High outta my mind and sitting behind the driver's wheel
This life we didn't choose, pain we didn't wanna feel
The LA hussle, man, that struggle for a dollar bill
Call it what you will, that drama helped your boy survive
Them Veteranos were the ones who got me organized
And that was life, not some story to be glorified
To rise and shine, another day another homicide
And this is why I value every little moment
Not a single breath is wasted with every lyric spoken
The f**king system is broken, we feel the cause and effect
People dropping more than half a paycheck for rent
And whatever little is left go to 40's and mickey-D's
That's some quality of life when you're scrabbling in these streets
My people are the reason I can still afford to breath
To my sister Dawn and my brother E, rest in peace
Rest in peace

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