Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my
Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
Changing our ways to coincide with feds,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
All these laws your too pussy to break
At an extremly alarming rate
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