Coming my way they be coming my way like shit
Get the fuck out my face I don't
wanna talk game i just wanna talk shit
Activist attacking this
Mathematics, calculus
Stack up doe up from the floor up the numbers are immaculate
Push the Benz just like a fork this rapping is the facts ya bitch
Cut the work then bag the shit,
Don't forget to wrap the shit
They be on some savage shit
All there homies ride with shit
Park the car at robs burgers went right in with mask and shit
Didn't know an hour later they'd end up in caskets shit
Why the world so cold, I don't know ask the fuckin magic man
Repercussions building up I think I need my medicine
Rolling up the dosja I appreciate the compliments
Its all about opinions to afraid to say the facts and then
Forget the work that we put in
Don't forget the reapers here
Take you back to reaper Ville
Don't worry I'm finessing
I check you right off the checklist
Put the truth in all my records
I'm spazzing straight off the spectrum
I'm aiming straight at ya necklace
Confuse you just like a question
Its scary just call the reverend
One month I feel like a king now
Give me time I'm taking mine
Take the thrown and their damn crown
Its scientific like hieroglyphics
I'm writing pictures she spreading legs and shes taking pictures
I'm jumping straight like off the Richter
I'm bandicoot crashing the system...
Coming my way they be coming my way like shit
Get the f out my face i don't
wanna talk game i just wanna talk shit
White like snow
With a pen Van Gogh
3 years in pen 24 years old
No ice on the wrist but the boy so cold
Hit you with the fist, crooked smile J. Cole, I know
Started from the bottom still here
F with the boy make the demons reappea
Gun to the cashier put the money here
That's just my thoughts man tired of being here
Living in poverty
I'm just an oddity
Im a commodity
Government property
Handled improperly
Punished for robbery
Public defenders be robbing me
I have a vision, molding my future like pottery
Fuck all the prophecy
Life is an odyssey
Im an anomaly
Constantly chasing this broccoli
Where is the sovereignty? God, God
Beating these beats with a rod, rod
You just sit back and you nod, nod
Trippy weird hippie so odd, odd
(alright this is a stick up everybody on the ground)
Still fresh, man, Jordan in the 80's
Pro choice man, abort these babies
A bunch of wanna be Dre, Drake, and Shady's
Pocket full of evil going straight to Hades
Yall gonna make me go back to the old me
Put the mask on even homies dont know me
Ping ping pat with a baseball bat
Rat-a-tat-tat with the clack of the Mac
Awww man I'm just saying
Money make me go Super Saiyan/
Jekyll and Hyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Brainwashed by clothes, hoes, and rides
Out of my mind
Still on the grind
Give it some time and the stars will align
F that I am divine
Done did my time
Optimist in my fuckin' prime
Alchemist when I mix these rhymes
Flow so sick pharmacist needs to sign that script
When the pen get gripped
Tales from the Crypt
Constrict like a python
Emcee's be by gone's
Write gospels according to John
Im the shit need to record in the john
Spit scriptures
Me and broke that's a deadly mixture
Big frames see the big picture
Big buds in split swishers
Mix pills with good liquor
Tight pants Im a Fing hipster
Wearing tye-dye go Jack the Ripper
No ruby slippers
I spit twisters
We ain't in Kansas
My thoughts gigantic
On level with planets
Give me a canvas
I do some damage
Mind so sharp man i need a bandage
Your only advantage
Is if I up and vanish
Gun to Ronald
Daffy Duck plus Donald
And the whole Goof Troop
Just so I can get the loot
Yea... Vinci
(Damn, That's what Kentucky is bring Y'all?)

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