The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies
That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police
Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done
'til i’m on every samsung
Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger
Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy
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