On his critical condition,
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.
Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting
Hey your honor, is you kidding
And then i saw the air condition
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions
I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,
You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
In this condition, im loading up with ammunition
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