The science and the art, africa
Shits hilarious, take the game to the
Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas
Because there ain't no coming back from that
And you know, if i could, i get married to rap
I need to change the game,
You're not usin' your brain
And getting money is the song i sing
Eight in the evening and we're up smoking
To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate
Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid
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