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Verse 1

My head heavy playing a sentimental medley sometimes I feel I wasn’t ready half the shit I did would split your wig like what the helly but still the drill was to keep it trill so chill before the Bentley I see heat like the Serengeti no more cold feet just speak until I feel clear mentally lately even I don’t rate me used to treat cash petty now I’m scrounging every penny my mothers wisdom echoes now I can’t let go even if you let me exactly like her fearless jetLi kick shit to further existence but my diary empty so my thoughts split into stanzas tell sway i got the answers even Ye would say he’s down with the banter I guess crazies just coexist caught in the vibrations of greatness bout to break like a levee im a bout a Billy you’re about a belly that’s ghetto like growing up with your celly this is living if you tell me

Verse 2

I write poetry for the masses stories that even Oxford scholars want to master classes in session when I finish a chapter one of the greatest rappers to ever bless the microphone my throne adorned by cheer and laughter dread doesn’t live near here and fear power steers clear of the manifestation of ambition and commitment I was raised around the flag and resentment my lyrical testimony is a testament they can’t fathom the phantom from fax was a random attack on their algorithm the rhythm didn’t match watched their system collapse I wanted better for the people delivered the evil from the working with class but they still rather me tell a bitch I’d burkin the bag or land at your yard bust of the machine leave your head in ur lap but I write proper I’m not from the endz but I don’t entertain all the trash I’ve got family ties to kingpins but it was no diddy to dirty cash