Wale, d.c. thats me, huh
50 cent said it best nigga
While half my mental belongs in a cage
Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions
Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me
Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby
Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance
You killing all these jacks?your from the racks
My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters
We gotta get back to what really matters
Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet
50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared
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