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Yo
I never see you now, it's like you dodging me
You saw me still in poverty
And pocketed my profit's, g
You used to treat me like a prophecy
It’s all a mockery
Pull the plug out the socket please
I was tryna make bread but
You ain't chopping cheese
Early in the morning
Had me hopping through my propety
Mom be stopping me like "Where
The hell you going, kid?
Packing all your clothes as if
I never fucking noticed it
You must be focused with this
Bogus that you flowing with"
Prone to condolences
Hair like a homeless kid
Fear I'll disappear in the
Area of hoplessness
They told me "Chill, find your hope within"
And I agreed
That’s only because the rope was thin
And I be falling to the
Floor before it's choking, shit
They like "Your shit the best"
I'm like "I know it is"
And I ain't flexing, I'm just over this
They see a wolf in me when that moon eclipsed
But when that big star out
They claim I'm Ludacris
When that flat top buddha spit's
Smooth like a lubricant
Juice is diluted in the
Booth with the numeric
Shoot to the roof to hit
It's my show, you ain't show up
You ain’t even give me shit just to show up
My dad waiting for that day for us to blow up
We just lost, ain’t no way to control us

Humming yeah