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Ay too many faces
Another white coat tryna put you through the paces
Walking in a straight line this hallway is racist
These white walls got built off my anguish and patience
Aren't you sick of fucking shallow
The algorithm shadow
You scared to say some real shit
I'm hanging from the gallows
I could see the pond as a tadpole
If you with me then you better keep my hands full, ah
I spent my life tryna make it big
Now I got a different feel
Every time I played a gig
I turned it out a different wheel
I ain't hoe it out for nothing
Bitch I'm holding on for something real
Shit I'll take a hundred mill
Make it like a Honeyville
Why I got the funny feeling I ain't got the mass appeal
Baby this a masterpiece
Superman in Happy Meals
Chop it up and cut it down
I'm moving weight like Tonio
She a matador, I'm a bull, this a rodeo
Singing little songs in the street like I'm Romeo
I could feel the holy ghost when looking at Ambrosio
Mr. Stick go up and down
Why you make me fuck around
Why you acting shady still
Order me another round
You shouldn't argue with a gun
I wouldn't wrestle with a knife
Still I'm digging through my pockets
I should take my own advice
Let 'em bitch and let 'em bark
I ain't never felt a bite
I ain't bowing down to nothing
I always stand and fight
I'm a vibe I'm a killer
I maneuver through the vice
I want liquor I want pussy
I want money all my life
I can't get an hour I don't sleep enough
Creatures always creeping up
Why you always zoned up
Tell me why you leaving us look
I don't think you've seen enough
Always had the greener rough
Me I had that burnt shit
Maybe you don't read enough