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Woke up this morning 6:45
And I gazed my eyes in the mirror, saw illest nigga alive
Breakfast plate had too many rappers, fork and the knife
As I slice their melodies, flows and lyrics without no drive

Speaking of self, I start my day with no buts or maybes
On the road to my billion dollar dream and drop Mercedes
Kind of being honest, the telos scheme is for hottie ladies
Fill their lips with my protein, like the character with rabies

From over the hedge
That line went over your head
The sky's the limit, to my favorite rapper, I'm doper instead
The only upper hand he has is I'm broke with no bread
But excuses are cheap
Like a meet with the covid, you're dead

You'll be dead
We gonna bury you 6 feet deep underground
You'll be dead
(You'll be dead)
We gonna bury you 6 feet deep underground
You'll be dead
You'll be dead
You'll be dead
You'll be dead



Credits
Writer(s): Mclaren Marasha
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