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[Verse 1: Black Sheep]
I'll pop a pill, let you posit this
Hock and spit up my confidence
Hungry like Ramadan, as-salamu alaykum my consciousness
Slit wrists, bloody knuckles, tripping, swallowing consonants
Another milligram dry your tears, quiet fears, honest
Slumped with a blunt burning, backwood mimic my psyche
Middle fingers up, tell my fears get to hiking
And you keep playing games, I could switch up, find a wifey
The type who really like me, excite me, and do me rightly
If it's trouble in paradise, ride my wave to a different plane
I'm tired of these handshakes, all these daps never felt the same
Everybody got two cents, keep ninety-eight in change
You ain't helping the vision, I'm like f*ck it, I'm switching lanes
Please don't hit me for a handout
And act stumped when I cut you off asking what I'm mad 'bout
You been frontin', don't get it backward, I ain't the one who switched up
And If I'm responding "who this?" you not someone I can trust

[Interlude]
Locking up a ton of African American males
For ummm drug charges for like very minor
Like possession of like weed
And also umm it was also crack

[Verse 2: NxG]
Why everybody wanna shed they two cents bout it?
Tout it in my face like n*gga you ain’t f*cking bout it
Look
I’m out here, posted, gloating solo
Why the cup got me feeling low like imma drown in it
This the sh*t that got them die hards frowning
Face scrunched, like why the f*ck he stop clowning about
And it destroyed neighborhoods and people’s lifestyles because uhhh
I’m putting four in his face, screaming f*ck five-o cause they killed like six n*ggas spraying like Mace
That’s mathematics
I’m most definitely the best at it
And a lot of prisons - a lot of prisons popped up
And I’m contra di*king down with the contra
Bands that I swore by as a small fry
It’s that big pond small fish chronicles
But the sharks is overlooking him
Now we little bigger, know that Huff Gang hunting ‘em
[Bridge: NxG]
I’m finna come back on this with something else, you feel me?
Like ooooooooh
Like it’s whatever
I got something else cooked up, whatever
Here we go

[Verse 2: NxG]
Middle finger up to my competition
You n*ggas ain’t get the message, I’m talking some demolitions
I’m talking back when we got that eviction
I’m talking back when we was visiting them prisons
I saw my daddy crying through them bars, wishing it was different
I wish that I was different - but I’m not
I spent my whole life avoiding facts displaying that I am way more likely to end up incarcerated
Took way too long for me to say this - who wouldn’t this f*ck over mentally?
This sh*t could turn a lesser n*gga to a sadist
But instead, I’m proclaiming that I’m the greatest
All the while razing these beats for any flow from that Beast Coast wave, b*tch
Might explode, turn all you n*ggas to vapors
My flow toxic, motives deadly if you ever to try to check to me
f*ck pansy rappers up indefinitely, mof*cking Nx