Released on September 11, 2024

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[Verse]

Real war criminal

This syndicate was never for rituals

The bad man demanding from the telly

My stench smelly and neon

Was never too keen to these peons

We in another legion with shittakers

Got my foot on the ground

On the block still standing

Pissbabies in they stained strollers

These jokers in disrepair

Holdin’ my pants up

These shits boutta be gone in the air

Only vows of unadulterated shit and absolute degeneracy

I just saw that nigga weed pen fallin’ out his asscheek

Nah, I’m just playin'

Out thе pocket of originality

We pledgе allegiance

Big blunts, I see it in my future

King of New York, I’m tryna be it

Onto the last step I took

Still reaching for a better fit

The benefits of dating a nigga named Ben

Not a lot of it

These ugly ass muthafuckas could never compare to me

I get it

Don't sweat it

It’s all written out on the checklist

Pick a card to total your balances for dinner

For 3 niggas

You & him

And that baby in your stomach

Uterus like a pitcher

Umbilical cord round that fetus neck

Pray when he get out of that round cell

Wash my hair with Mielle

That’s the main choice

You said it, boy

Make some noise for human error

Understand my lingo like Rosetta Stone

Matter how you pass shit off just like a quiz

You failin’ like a blood test

You digested shit out the wrong pipe

Imagine how much I’m stressin’ now

The pain that I’m in was never intentionally inflicted by myself

Niggas switched up

One of the downsides of bein' blind is you think everybody great

I just pray my point of view enhanced

Open eyes turnin’ crusty and sewn up

Show love but you never shown up

Fuck outta here