I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion
Don’t you ever get too comfortable
Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
Of the book of your life
Take her back to where i live
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
You should be running
The flooding of the nothing
The things im most scared of
Pocket racked up all big faces
Shit, we don't believe none of them
To the voice of the oblivion,
Cause america the terror of,
And now it's clear as this promise
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