I exist in-between a circle of moments,
The day has come, dipset remains the ones
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,
Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
Black clouds circle my weary head
The lights may flicker, your face feels red
Well, um, there's a but
Talking about fight club,
Or lucky to be alive
O.d. was in the weight room all his life
But i'm not worried
Lucky its such a good treat
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