Let me breathe hard like it was hard
No gimmick: real time, real heart
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
When its actually just a social occasion
Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?
That was my influence
Cause real niggas do real things
No gimmick: real time, real heart
We raiders of the lost ark
I dont really shakespeare
Where real recognize real
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