Real slow yea i'll make you feel special
Of being rich and powerful
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
And add to that dope list the name of fuckin' lucifer
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes
Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,
Now, if you was the last man walking on earth
It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
Were educators and indicators that you don't want to fuck with us
We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.
The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.
Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams
I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap
I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap
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