Got caught up but never again will I step up inside of a trap Im cooking, Im lighting the splif, rising off maps Life lived off raps Shit we dont, and wont ever have Poppin up inside of pockets Profits make profits Profound same sound different concept Ones fix ones shifting with the objects Projects, trappin out the objects Whatever make the conscious, get hypin off the content, fiends always on that, me I always fall back, didnt fuck with all that All caps ass muh fuckers Stunting on computers but in real life really nothing Turn em into something Off of lucy quite the substance All a bunch of conflicts How they come and gone quick But that venom constrict Lights out Ill be back before you know it Grim race absurd I aint even gotta show it Lit Is what Im blowing, drifting outta focus Notice, people listen, I composed it Wrote it, good fuckin feeling telling people that I owned it Owned it, getting more vicious Circle of winners, my militia an issue Perk through the winter Tryna stay but I been up
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