It's lucifer, they call him satanic, they're way against him,
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
When you ain't got no education
I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.
The 4 horsemen surround him, they try to astound him,
Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
Carl c is gone , mcees hate him vote against him
I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim
With no receivers had the pickin of a option
Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
They wonder why he dissed him
Got me rushed to the station
But im never sick of him
I promise im -not - him
Lies, tangled with fiction
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