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Lyrics:
Okay, okay
Take 113
I was gonna say, yeah
This is crazy
Right

Okay, this is, uh, starting on line one with Thomas
Fifth of October
Here we go

Heavy is the neck that wears the chain
Gripping the grain, trying to maintain
Filling this weed through the blood to my brain
Writing these lyrics in my head
In the back of the train
Tryna sustain through the pain
Been smokin and drinkin a little more than I should
And I would do better, but I'm human
Eyes on me like I'm Truman
Escape through the page
Contemplating my age
Poetic justice for those who trust us
I ain't tryna beat em, no we just us
Watch the gap bust
We get bread, you get crust
Love is a must, where we livin is fucked up

Switch the position on another mission
I'll peep the diction, it's far from fiction
Far from accessible
Want beef, end up a vegetable
150,000 people is at the festival
Black proud and louder than decibels
Bullshit, no I'm not susceptible
It’s not acceptable
The bitch in me is undetectable
I'm too respectable, conceptual
My albums’s beat in the studio till round about three
Never paid a fee, you fuckin with me?
Get it for free, now let it breathe
Murderin it with ease
Pete the Prestige
I spend degrees, your shit freeze

If I had a penny for my thoughts
Then I'd be Elon Musk
Rappin from dawn till dusk
You know when Dilla we trust
Hits never went to my head
I was never concussed
Givin no fucks, bumpin bust the Genesis
Waitin for the first of the month and all of its benefits
Life been a bitch, chillin with metal level trynna get rich
I'd rather get rich than fuck the paper talking big
I'm picture comin to get ya
Now let me hit ya with that throwback

The illest memories, PS3
When grenades was gettin thrown back
Modern Warfare 2 at the Favela was my escape
when I wasn't scrubbin floors like Cinderella
No glass slipper, pass me the mic
I go jack the ripper
I'm sicker than go to 20, fuck all the money
I'm doin how I been doin ain't nobody takin it from me
Grew up 515 miles from 7 Mile
but this beat got me feelin slummy, dummy

Ay, listen, I never passed 10th grade
But I still get the rent paid
You fake, I be real like Cypress Hill
You fake motherfuckers
I can see through you
My game's strong
Y'all weak like 5 plus 2
Bust the door then rush through
Gettin it spread cause the people fuck with it
Your whole shit stale wouldn't feed ducks with it
I make firm decisions like a legislator
My briefcase Italian leather
My loafers is alligator
My bank account is greater
But none of them numbers define me
Fuck rap, put it behind me
Don't try me, y'all too grimy
Smokin cigs after dark, we call that Nick at night
Spark the blunt, watch the pic at night
Fuck your life, think you could buy to me?
Bitch, you couldn't even lend me
Smokin dope like a chimney, I bend me

Listen up, listen up, yeah, uh
Listen up, listen up, uh

Dilla we trust
Dilla we trust

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