You're uncool like my mother kin
You caught me in a state of depression
Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind
Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind
In a constant state of awful hate to compensate
City national bank evolve into shape
I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind
Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,
Just do it tonight before it's too late, ignore the whole world but don't hate
Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state
Hoes pop from the corda to hope park
The way i speak is state of the art
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