Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly
Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,
You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,
These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
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