Hold it..now thank you for silence
Without the sound of guns
I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Guess they ran out of options
We bustin' like shot guns
A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more
For every black thought, i thought i caught roots
The holy war, the spiritual troops
But fuck with me, boy, that means war
As soon as i walk in the door
Trying to maintain in this war
The shit that i spit is more
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