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You know we gon' get in trouble for this one dog
Yeah, new game but the same mission
Rookie moves with the coalition
And a lot of rappers got no vision
Good intention, but they don't listen
Now they try to make the game so Christian
Ain't preachin', now they ghostin' him
Only top five if you ain't different
That's like raisin' a glass to prohibition
Get the gold, winnin', ain't no rose in it
Heart like denim, runnin' with some holes in it
Got a dope flow, prolly stole in it
Cause you cannot make a claim for original
Flows in a bowl, known for the full-blown syllables
Cold with em' all, stove minimal
Runnin around with these young bulls
Ain't no joke in it, like
And I never beat around the shrubbery
I'm a broken man, no subtlety
Man the game crowed with a ton of these
White boys killin' cash money beats
No separation, how to funnel the
Real bar spitters, from the cutlery
Actin' sharp, but they comin' weak
That's why we gotta bring the summer heat
From the state comin' with three-digits
Though it's never really what it seems
When the winter hit it's snowing deep
And I can't decide what I believe
Cause I'm facing my reality
Though I feel like it might be a dream
But I, imma keep doin' my thing, doin' my

God, will I ever change my heart for the better
Will I see the dreams that I chase, will I get em'
Boy, you don't know my plans
Promise that it's for the better
Let's keep it under lock and key
That's a need to know, need to know
And I promise that you don't
That's need to know, need to know
And I promise that you don't
That's need to know, need to know

Boy you don't need to know
I've been blessed, I've been chose
I need bags, hunnid' mo', I got plans on my soul
Only God know the ropes, but this game hella cold
It ain't hard to get stoned, when you bank on being dope
What's the cost, out here fighting all these demons in my thoughts
I just shout the name of Jesus when I'm lost
And I promise, step to me, you'll take a loss
I don't talk, cause they all wanna know my angle
Uh, pull up with it like I'm Django
Enemy, but made a way though
By his stripes like a Bengal
Used to want to go to parties, now I wonder where the day go
Coach put me on the bench, now I'm making all these plays
Oh God, but don't you call me prideful
I'm sick and going viral
Of all these people actin' like they opinions are insightful
My brain been on a tightrope, I swear I'm going psycho
And can't tell if I'm fallin' into suicide or Shiloh, I'm gone