I'mma need two mics just to get my point across
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
And their mothers and fathers
The richest place on earth
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
I call it speaking tongues
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed
Yea, i been humble too long
And once i'm dead and gone
And kill yourself and your clique
What do i really need
So dunn stay silent
Social conditioning and
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