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It's the young and scandalous trapping
Snakes til he vanishes
Decapitating evangelist slapping fakes where
They standing in
Aggravating the plans of them
Caught up with the Brand again
Homie, what the fuck is you
A man or a mannequin?
Walked the walk so fly they call me Anakin
2016 the people's champ so I ran again
Elected by the masses to restore rap justice
But, nah it ain't cash no
Y'all know it's Craft, heaux
That's word to those brave hearts
And that Nas Flow
Take all four just wait until
I let them nines blow
Used to be a tad shy now I let the 'cago
Like the home of Pablo hide
Those since a snot nose
Homie I've been running shit
Since I'as stomach sick
Used to keep everything private
Like agendas of republicans
Now my life an open book they try
To judge the front of it
They be like "Yo, he got it" Ironic
That I was the one nobody
Wanted to be running with
See the overthrown has been underwent
Already told some people they want split's
They can suck a dick
Half the people front like the want
You try to grab you
Industry say I'm green but I
Come from the rotten apple
I was born right, went bad about sixteen
So my sixteens rip spleens til
I hear bitch screams
Truth hurts mothafucka I got plenty pain
I ain't scared to lose to
Semi-fame I got plenty flames
His whole soul is burning up
Industry turned to Trump
Only let the artists in that
Owe'em but don't earn for'em
Try to report the truth to the
People and you fake news
Large artist with fake moves who try to
Tell me what I ain't due
Nah, so I meditate and just catch the sun
'Cause when you looking too hard