I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap
You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack
I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his
I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
Weight of world wont match my rise . i'll push down the ground and the sky
Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?
I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low
And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so
The drug that they brain need
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
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