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"What's this?" "What?
"In your pocket, that bulge" "Stay out of my pockets"
"Harry, it feels like a gun!"
"The sanity of a great mind is not measured by ordinary standards"
"Where's the money coming from?
Everybody says where's the money coming from!"
Big bills with the house on a hill
Fly rums, colored gazelles, all materials
Minerals, colorful stones, sage cover the home
To lamp in the zone and chill, no stress
Everyday get a check like a colorful mill
Feels ill, [?] shoot at the real
Breathe deep, find peace in itself
And a pistol [?]
All love in this bitch with no frills
Laid back in a forcefield, niggas chill
I need the red pill and a fresh deal before I [?]
Need a sick fill, plenty henchmen
No penny pinchers, [?]
50s in a big [?]
Yeah, that's all I need
Welcome to the wonderful world of Jae crime sprees
Common as the [?] light and [?]
Even when corruption blow up like napalm
Don't attempt to be a hero, slow down and stay calm, people
Mafia attacks beg to live free
And the crookedest [?] cops, they get fiends
Organized crime, optimus [?]
Locked away for thinking them thoughts, y'all can just be
Slaves, walking robots, never taught to go out
Question every rule [?] like "what you talking about?"
Cause while the rich is eating [?] that's not in your mouth
But revolution is the answer and solution to the cancer
That is spreading like a plague, and infecting everything
They kept him in the place with the weapons in the face
The pursuit of money has us all forever in a matrix
Walking sheep that will never want to stray
They are cowards [?] never get the fame
You would think if there was justice they would never get away
[?] hitting in the trenches so you'll never get to Jae
He is busy with his feet up, eating elegant souffle
See the temperament we represent's irrelevant, ok?
Hella been this way for the elements to change