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I'm in the corner
Plottin on evil shit
I'm Ivan Drago meeting Mickey Goldmill's evil twin
My life is like the Saw Mill
I got the speed to win
I'm 23 but trapped off my phone since BBM
At 18, outside the club
They said bring him in
I Re'd up in lounges, trap houses, and even gyms
Now I could stop, at all three
And just drop a gem
I know about weight, renting space, & could trap a den
Of lions thats rapid and pissed off
My razors a pitchfork
Devil working OT
Epstein in the kids store
One step into his thoughts, and see he's a chip-off
Them old block floors, like ice on the fish port
Scraped like Piragua, from ice blocks to powder
Climate change from a twelve gauge
Slow showers
Acts we ain't proud of, Prada dipped
The baptized mobsta
I send my blessings and several caskets dip
That's some braggin shit
I never been the braggin type
Things change like a bitch when she could pick a bag she likes
So adapting, is me avoiding my after life
Semi automatic finish, all you hear is "Jesus Christ"