Bummy man
Tucked a lantern
Lamping with my fam
Making cancer
To Karens
Tampering with parenting
Stomach had xannys packed
Back in the day
Ask me if I’m mad anymore
I say nah
I got enough tracks
To smoke and smile
Choking up the time while
I’m writing
The white boy
Insane when he’s mic gripping
I’m tripping?
Maybe
Baby I got a tab
And I’m slipping off this plane
I needed to stop
Before I copped
Another bowl to my face
I’m tracing my steps back
To consciousness
And I’m late
I hoped they kept the door
Open but the gate closed
I’m straight when I rose up
From it but
Somеthing stuck
To me
I realized that any givеn day
You can’t f#ck with me
I don’t even tuck a semi
I just let you f#cks resent me
While the bucks don’t reinvent me
I get plenty now
Many schumcks had f#cked him over
But I stuck to my endeavor
I wrote the song “over”
Just for the pleasure
And expressing
Off my chest
Straight to these measures
What I’m feeling man
Name me the professor
I’m going up I got no ceiling
But the ledger
The hook
The end of the letter
The second look that you take
As you exit our center
In the belly of the beast
Like a deli he feasting
Ain’t like the telly
When you reach
But I’m ready to meet him
They sending me to his meeting
Beating my chest when I greet him
It stopped me dead in my schemes
When I heard the screams from my demons
In the belly of the beast
Like a deli he feasting
Ain’t like the telly
When you reach
But I’m ready to meet him
They sending me to his meeting
Beating my chest when I greet him
It stopped me dead in my schemes
When I heard the screams from my demons
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