By god, slow grind
His thoughts disorganized
Thoughts of immortality
What them tippers don't see
When did my problems get so deep?
Hot whips somethin cold on my feet
Intendent attend them, cool cause
Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts
Six rebels lost in their thoughts
Huh, a metaphor of course
Its all that's consumed my thoughts,
It ain't gon' be no back and forth
100 deep v.i.p. no guest list
I should've been a dentist
Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep
Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep
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