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Been done ready to have the last laugh
But where the f*ck was any of y'all ass at?
Pity and apologies? n*gga, we past that
You won’t hear me ask that, hit me on my CashApp
We finna let the blood flow out the wine glass
We finna let the blood flow out the wine glass
No more selling off our trauma just to eat trash
Or letting you deny the past to swerve the backlash, every day
I’ve been raising up out the mud
It’s because I had to clean up before I work all of you n*ggas
Get all y'all together, pull the shirt off of you n*ggas
Taking y'all for all y'all worth, you f*cking pilgrims
We’ve come for our percent
The return on the investment
Don’t act like that we ain't met
n*gga, I'm talking reparations, do not try to f*cking play me, n*gga
n*gga, you ain't no threat
n*gga, you ain't no threat
n*gga, you ain't no threat
n*gga, you ain't no threat
f*ck what any muhf*cking n*gga said
I said n*gga, you ain't no threat
Write the sh*t backward on your forehead
Look at your reflection and say it one more again

So broke off these loans I’m licking hot sauce off the back of my hand as a snack
The stomach pains feel the same as every panic attack, but I know I shouldn’t talk sh*t about all that
So self-aware, such empathy, trickle-down, indie rock loves trap
White DIY is a f*cking dead end path, and y'all can have this bullsh*t back
Emotional assimilation
Emotional deprivation
The deadest ass depersonalization
And I’m skipping class in social situations
And all these intentions are an intervention for all of that appreciation
The depreciating weight is just drops in the bucket for me
When I can carve my own space from what your bodies will leave like

But when will you look up from your feet as you're crossing the street
Into oncoming traffic just to keep from passing me?
What will you do to validate the space that you take?
Or claim? I, I can’t quite relate

Goddamnit, we did it for the culture, just like we did it for the scene
And who we saw most of all was a bunch more n*ggas talking about, “Well, what about me?”
Get my young n*gga Marquis free, and everybody best believe
That I’d take myself off this opening beat and show that though he’s a teen, that n*gga better than me, like

n*gga, you ain't no threat
n*gga, you ain't no threat
f*ck what any muhf*cking n*gga said
n*gga, you ain't no threat
Write the sh*t backward on your forehead
n*gga, you ain't no threat
Say it one more again, like
And from whose hand is he even supposed to wrest an opportunity?
It’s not like Stereogum, Fact Mag, or Complex are posting visits up in PICC
And for our own resources, of course, online magazines be forcing us to compete
Meanwhile young n*gga could be any-f*cking-where in the state now that he’s 18

All while I have in hand the castle's keys
n*gga, rest in peace