Huh, a metaphor of course
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
But now invisible cells around your brain
Or spam try to get the cheese, while ham we holding weight
They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
I have so much weight on my chest
Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best
But in the end it is his loss,
Or shift keys or it i placement cause
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight
I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss
Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause
They fasting they won't leave me ate
- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight
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