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You niggas might be aight but
I'm more goody
This hip hop shit is a sport to me
I'm Bill Bennet checkin' a porch hoodie
Pass me the torch, I'm a contortionist
The way I manoeuvred into this game
They ain't even opened the door fully
Niggas tough talking, I scorched bullies
Literally, fuck a metaphor
A blind man can see that
My team is ahead of yours
So I ain't gotta check the score
That nigga grip like two
Crates at the record store
I'm either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee
See I can catch a bullet randomly
Or OD on medication and never
Become the legend I plan to be
It's a very thin line between
Genius and insanity
I walk the tight rope
Shall I fall? I hope to end it
All on the right note
For this shit that I write bro
I get a check and I don't
Mean spell checking for typos
This ain't a essay
I paid the cost to be the Hefe
More work and less play
And now a nigga polished
Funny since they kicked
Me outta college
I been kicking knowledge
Far from consciousness
Nigga with a guilty conscience
Part of my mental was
Built on nonsense
So I be with the fuck shit
That's why at every function
While all you niggas jumping
I'm in this bitch with my
Back against the wall
And a strap in my draws
For niggas yapping they jaws
Shorty grabbed me by my
Hand and said I never dance
Then asked if I'm nervous
I just don't want this shit
To fall and pop myself
Like a plasticle burress
Your flow compared to mine
Is like match to a furnace
So I pay more in taxes than
What you actually earning
Factual learning