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I sit and watch the blind fold with my eyes closed, blindfolded

I expose when lies get told

I needed to make those pit stops in Roscoe

For Gucci flip flops in Morocco, a while ago

It was Ziplocks of pot rolled on side roads

Dodging potholes, gestapo and Donnie Brasco’s in Tahoes

Hitting 7-Eleven, Kevin copping nachos

I’ve got bravado like Johnny Bravo, I’m kinda macho

They hit my line though, like “What you got bro?”

I’ve got a lot, I’ll never stop, my only competition’s Costco

Copped the Tommy in the lot across from Tony’s Tacos

Took the re-up, blew that at the Belagio

.38 fell out my pants at Fox Hollow, wholе lobby froze

Now I’m popping hoes in Galapagos

Grown, differеnt type of tone, Bill Cosby’s nose

You’re about to learn, you’ve never heard the Hammurabi Code

This level of toxic shouldn’t be glorified

But as I get closer to death, I feel more alive

Easy to fake it, hard to ignore the lies

That’s why I speak the truth, I’m immortalized

Glory to the Lord, I can afford like 44 accords, on my own accord

And when I pass on, play the sad song on the accordion

Record it in DeLoreans parked in a crematorium

I’m born again

Backpack’s still got a Glock in it, cocking it back

Painter’s got smocks when it splats, 100 shots for a rat

It’s just hip-hop until clips drop and your hip pops out of your back

Now your bitch’s dropping your posthumous raps

Ain’t nothing humorous, you should be appalled

Had numerous chances, I hope you understood what went wrong

You were confused, it’s a shame that it took you too long

To realize that this human’s not human at all

Ideally, you would learn your lesson before the clock stops ticking

You’re too worried about a blocked shot, the shot clock’s missing

All these diamonds from pressure, now I can not stop winning

Finally feel I deserve it, swerving drop top Benzes

This level of toxic shouldn’t be glorified

But as I get closer to death, I feel more alive

Easy to fake it, hard to ignore the lies

That’s why I speak the truth, I’m immortalized