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People say I’m crazy an tripping an yup I can’t hide it but you got the stock markets trying to stack more blocks then men that can’t hide it. still trying to get honey with flowers on a rainy day wit cold win we use gods word as an asset only to find are self somewhere we cant find it. Shit we bet on things like cigarettes an bonnets shit that girls wear to cover up there minds in only not to fine it an if I’m to clear niggas smoke cigarettes to stop time from rewinding not know that we’re the clock like the song u put ya right hand up left hand up it’s whatever people for get it’s 12 o’clock like it’s dark time when the buggy man knocks looking for answers that we try to leave behind us it’s like wearing all these designers to cover up who really designed us I’m a true king an my answer come from wise Ness. And being a lady is only a disguised an hoping that I fall can be a surprise it’s like saying happy birthday with no gift inside it. It’s spin over matter not spine over bladder niggas cuz I’m a girl this shit wouldn’t matter to bad I’ve been doing this shit since time even matter they sit back and laugh like I don’t read between the line or even see throw the grass like the snakes not slithering louder and faster then the masked they wearing knowing when a girl like me can make them eat the trash that they spitting look like the trash that they wearing knowing I’m the one that gave them the key an make there next year be the year be the year they fear in. But the pain is so normal I allow them to glare In an only if they how much fear I put they would understand why I say we not not the same so stop the comparison.