This is a song about "Control"

Although thought that we would grow

No mind to control, though

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control

This shit has got my soul

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

But really he was always in full control,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Where i could be in control,

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