I can always go home and look down my street
Take a walk, draw your feet and see your core organs bleed
In her defense she a part of the crowd
This image in my mind man imma draw it out,
Y’all gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw,
Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law
I am the hardest in the market
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall
Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,
Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.
People don't condone what they've never seen
With a coffee and we end it like
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
I grab my chalk and i begin to draw
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