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Too many problems to count
99 Plus and I'm tryna solve one
If its more in the value I lessen the amount
I wanna hundred thousand, cash or the crown
Who wanna make a profit offa these albums
Drop it on em fast then- on the outcome
How come hatin muhfuckas lose?
Same reason that they ain't in been in tune
Keep my faith in the crew, we got somethin to prove
Build up a rapport I don't even need a suit
Now drop to the bass, what I got here to stay
You gon hear what I say right now or you late
Boppin in the place, no opps is on the way
Yall girl wetter than a floor, I got her moppin up her face
I got her soppin from the sweat
Prolly woulda guess
That I'm referring to the ordinary
Pulling down her dress
But I'm not n I'm more on the go nowadays
Fantasy only serves for a boutta day
I'm stuck on hangover, layover, layaway
Ya dreams don't stack to the sleep I didn't gain
Back up on the grind like I'm sharpening the blade
It don't really got an end to the rats in the maze
So I keep em astray cause they think it's a race
Gotta leave em cheese til they heavin the heathens are breathin
The season for treason is reason to bleed em for stealin
We needin retrievin n leadin the weak to the deep end believin
Relievin the needs of the meek and then beatin' the enemies
I take my time in this dimension while mentioning heavens sake
I'm rhymin crazy for the likes of others rendering them insane
I went deeper than them places that they told you bout a bit
I had to get a kiss from the devil to climb up out the abyss
And now amiss
I'm dissin the past makin new moments past the never never land
Will I ever last? That's no longer the question
The God particle knows how to answer spirits in depression
Now I'm back from that recession
Peep the eyes in threes I weep as a digression
What I make a week should never define my blessings
What I learn in life ain't seen no teacher for this lesson