Off of the topic, call me the prospect.
One parent above, the other live scared
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch
You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.
Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Some excedrinto get rid of conception
I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/
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