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Shit don’t get wicked less I decide to, pull a Mcree turn your 6:00 into high noon. A lot of niggas hide they hand, I go devise a plan. My networth more than my network, I been dividing land. Sick of keeping this weight up on me, I’m eating out. A lot of niggas got messages what you rap about? I seen the scenes in the movies you niggas acting out. No passing my passion, rap till I’m passing out. I dropped my jewels on my city niggas was dropping dimes. Never been pressed bout no pressure, my presence stopping time. I need a dollar for all the rappers I should have killed. If I could count it all day, it’s probably worth a mill. Shot gun, hold it down, where we at? Hold it now?

It’s simple baby, I ain’t tryna run a muck in your temple baby. I just want to start a flame in your heart no kindle baby. I’m talking boom box outside your window baby.

I had a dream I had the world in my palm.
Yamamoto on my back with something nice on the arm.
I just bought a model 3 and put them thangs on that bitch, it’s funny how the options seem to change when you rich. It’s funny how the toxins do your brain when you lit, I had to slide on a dime, I had to die in a ditch. Came back a wrinkle in time, I put a crease in my forces, I had my nose to the grind. But Hollywood brought divorces, I used to wonder would I get my mojo? Or would I watch my world get bizarre like Jojo. Life drags on, my last tour was a shit show. The fans ain’t even handclap at the tempo.

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from Imaginary Everything, released May 7, 2021

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