A multi million voltage shock for you to get called out on a beef
Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze
And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired
When i called out her her eyes did not heard
Theres nothing called mission abort
Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured
I was called out and pulled out into a stage i wass a fool,
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
Face in the show called outcast
I start to think it's all planned
You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock
Pulls out a revolver/six shots/ cops called/ to put the screaming to a stop/
By this devil called society,
God mc oh my god you gotta see
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
All these so called new schoolers
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