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Nowadays my brothers are so confused
Gone with the wind, copping jewels while
I'm in the stu dropping the maddest gems
All money in the marathon continues
stuck in this grind, what a perfect time to get into
Major moves, bigger than your own shoes

Who am i to you to prove i be the new income in this revenue
Financial raps, cut out the middle man, simple
Catch me plotting on a late night, no jimmy Kimmel
Midnight, waking up feeling like it's 3am

Now and then, PTSD coming from way back when
Nuff problems surged, i don't even know how to react
But like Lewis Hamilton i been a G with all these laps

Four four mode, eight O eights coming as bulldogs
Boss like hugo, Chinese whispers come quicker than street blogs

I be Writing just keep to my head above water
Mentality in order, physical, on slaughter

Like Gepetto behind the scenes, i be pulling strings
Malcolm X by any means, i will get this cream
This whole season, been easy e

A niggas with attitude, more like doctor i lose patients occasionally
Awkward styles, deeper than the X files
My wiz wants to be on numerous trips, but i be running several miles

Life's always a game, never ever played the bench
My training consisted on watching old heads trynna maintain

Devilish thoughts, it's dark and hell hot
Ain't no sunshine when we milly rocking on any block
Breaker breaker, one nine nine, what's your resume?
Youts in the trap with the blade while...



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Writer(s): Patrick Macedo
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