| Let me interrupt for a second, make you think about the present |
| So you do not fuck it up enough, do not go take the blessing |
| Cause their ego's too high, and their gravity's immense |
| Bring your ass back to earth, I'll leave you in the past tense |
| Fuckin them up, they duckin the money with blood |
| They're pullin' my enemies out so nuts |
| The pain I made never pleased the devil |
| Never liked that, takin the cold and the mud |
| Never satisfied I need a better fuckin challenge |
| So I can throw my rage away |
| Till the grave can finally find some balance |
| I have risen from the ash |
| Take my time to hone my craft |
| Threw a bone at a bitch In the traffic, they won't last |
| I don't need none of that shit |
| Only the present and not the bliss |
| Or the pain of old gifts |
| Never let myself slip |
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| It's a graveyard boy, bitch I'm dead to the world |
| Can't conform myself to something that |
| I wish I could ignore |
| Fuck this world, bitch I'm fed up, had no reason to comply |
| I'm just masterin' my craft and screamin' fuck it 9 to 5 |
| Fuck school too, it 'never will taught' me shit |
| Dropped out in 9th grade, I had no choice |
| I had to quit I was different from the people that |
| I used to call my friends |
| But their pride was too high, they cut me off but still pretend |
| Like they gave a fuck, fuck you all, you're not my mans |
| Now you seein' that I'm up now and askin' for a hand out |
| Sorry I can't help you, I'm too busy gettin mine |
| I've been smokin blunts and chillin just to pass the fuckin time |
| We smokin big though, you ain't shit hoe |
| You a bitch, I see through you like a window |
| We smokin big though, you lookin dead bro I'm gettin paid |
| I'm makin moves, I'm still dead though |
| Yeah |
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