Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
Ill leave you with a guillotine plunged trough your skull and leave
A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
In this game called rap its skill that we lack its not about progress
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
There's still room to progress,
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
The world needs less stans and more stan lee's
Rideright back to the movies
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
Where the process projects the problematic progress
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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