We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
And a fridge and some broccoli
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement
When i talk about money all you see is the struggle
, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,
I'm modest, and humble
And inhospitable,
The revolution will proceed
And kill yourself and your clique
Knees dug deep into the pavement
And remember what i said and
Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,
And lead tha whole team
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