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They think I’m just a fucking ape in the jungle

Tryna go harder than the rest of em so I gotta get in the rumble, But I fumbled on the hat trick

Way back in the day when I only wanted to make boom bap shit

When Brother JP was still up on that rap shit

Calling people fag shit

Chilling at the pad with the homies smoking dab with brodie. We ain’t even name that kid

Everyday was summer we was working on them pamphlets that went with the slaps shit

Bitches doubted it for minutes, we was killing anything that I was drilling in fruit bowl. Home from school I was milling over Ethereal

Soul ain’t whole like a cheerio

I gotta lot of profits in my pocket

But I won’t throw em in the sky imma make a deposit and I fuck it up like Hermes at a track meet

White ‘homies’ always wanna let the black speak

You not black g, put ya chain In ya shirt someone real run up you might get hurt

'fore they put me in the dirt

My name on shirt maybe then I fucking finished life’s work

I'm a janitor retired settled down near the fire

I'm a true lifer, soberness got me fucking higher than the Eiffel and I do all this fucking shit just to spite you