Letras
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Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
Don't get too infatuated, magic words I'm activated.
Manchurian candidate, winter soldier, not finna hold ya
Letting 3 off before you reach for the holster
If God, don't intervene, become a, cog, in the machine
Stop thinking you geared for war, because you Pac, in ya dreams
The scarf wrapped Cleon. The reign last eons
Never lost, money on a X, like Elon
Rested on Mount Olympus, breathing, working on my golf game
Heard whispers "someone" fell off from niggas scared to call names
Went ghost, with the writing, bought some land, don't regret it
Cause most of my peers broke, after shows, check the credits
No edits, whole aesthetic pathetic yet copacetic
I'll admit first, got bags I ain't deserve, JJ Reddick
And I'm sorry Mr. West I'm too cold to be bipolar
Since the Son, got the raise, fly solar no high roller
The king from the sixth borough from 25th where we thorough
Getting big like San Antonio chicks on they sixth churro
If you copped your first butters during Covid with the stimmy
Then maybe you should skim thru the fashion when talking wit me
Clear you not, from my city, stop the frontin or you'll learn
Too many "Bs", on ya hook, you'll see the Candyman return
Don't even say my name in passing 'less it's "Foley's the GOAT"
Cause everybody want the smoke until the hole in they throat
And we really shouldn't be talking, the bosses can understand a bit
Apparent, I'm Karen, I'ma speak, to ya management
Bozos ain't gon damage shit, with internet searching
Y'all couldn't catch a body less someone was crowd surfin
Haven't seen this much, faking on wax, since Madame Tussauds
Wit 2 blades, I battle 2 foes. Now hand me my roses
Nights darker than Moses
Ask the Sphinx what the shape of the nose is
Somebody knows this
I approach this, world, like a mad scientist
My occupation? Kill everything but I'm no zionist
When really I been Biden, my time, to Trump niggas
Course I'm selfish with the wealth, I was born in a slum village