[verse 1 Dev the Follower] The truth comes hard when its stabbed in your back The second you get hit, youre offended and on attack How does it feel when a blondie actually knows her facts? Tomi with the smash then reality eats you like a snack Youre the main course, still founded in the system White powder is the stage and youre its victim Hard capsules and printed, written out prescriptions Then you flip the tickets and move once youre convicted Youre just a trail runner, running from yourself Different number every time you run you got like 13 separate cells Youll still probably sell crack in hell Afraid of the consequences, plug your nose, deal with the harsher smell Transporting 18 wheeler, tractor trailers full of hash Drug Dealers Anonymous just want a pocket full of cash How are you the G.O.A.T when your verse was true trash? Id rather kill myself than listen to you douchebags Thank you Murs 316, for the locket They say I swept the game, but really I just mopped it Crooked Clintons on the network, I dont wanna watch it I must inform myself cause I have the power to stop it We cant afford 8 years of ObamaNation Were leading into communism and thats abomination The truth is spotted in the media like Dalmatians Emails are my personal business, and thats your allegation [Interlude Tomi Lahren] Your husband was a drug dealer, for 14 years he sold crackcocaine... Talk about protecting the black neighborhoods start at home [verse 2 Dev the Follower] Back to JayZ, Beyonc, and Black Panther Race is in the past but you resurrect necromancer Always in denial when youre expected to answer Indulgent Human Beings, liberalism is a cancer Obama stashing cash after 4040 fundraiser JayZ and Beyonc ran the event theyre self appraisers Where did 4 mil go, Moguls Club, and nothing major? And you tried to hide the deals sweep it up like an eraser President Barack just claims that theyre role models But JayZ stabbed the producer and made two wattles How are they influential drinking out of blue bottles? I tried to stay mature, but forget it, theyre just douche nozzles Equality has its toll, like walking Golan Heights Rioting in the streets of Baltimore, alone bites Black Lives Matter just push for the crow nights What, do you just expect the whites to have no rights? And whats up with the welfare given to low lives? Drug dealers and consumers buy to light the Stoge nice Thugs act like they pack a punch like Kimbo Slice All you talk slick but when confronted there are no fights California Jury heard your hardknock, youre in denial I will bring up the stabbing of your producer with a smile Blood on the floor, Im not afraid to walk down that aisle But you asked the judge to keep your criminal pasts from your civil trial? You chose to deal drugs, dont act like it is hard You bought yourself into fame and thats your charge Afraid of the truth escaping Washington Boulevard Where did your balls run off to, P.G.T Beauregard?
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