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Left-left my pain inside my soul suh’
Lost everthing, felt like I had no one
My baby, shocked by your candor
Actually I’m not that bad sober

(Picasso on the go)

My psyche got me trippin'
My psyche actin' different
It's sickenin' and it's vicious
Inflicted by the business
Talked

on the strength pay what you owe 
Everybody got the same 24
On my trap phone everything is a go

Everybody got the same 24
I'm a hustler get money till I cant no mo

gas
(We could have the Summer of Love)

You murdered them kids, Jenny, that blood’s on you
You know CHOP was a setup by your boys in the blue
Terror

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say

meeny, miny, mo
I heard they're great
So I caught them tigers by their toes
With the thang
I go get the what's it's name
I'm on June
As a young stain

my reassurance , When I crashed my car didn't need insurance, like Mo farah they got high endurance, inconveniences by my influence,
Got Emojis

Yeah that was part one but this is part dos 
Shout out to eastside they keep the best smoke
I rep for my folks, lil mo and c low
Big blue and meat major,

his head, make It bobble, I’m chasing blue checks, not a follower
They ain’t kill you, Idc bout who shot ya, I’m hollin gang, gang, cause I’m proper

abide by, what I ryhme alright
Coz i write all night
This a huge investment of time
But I see blessings on the horizon
Theyre stresssin with reasons

attention to the rejects
Buy the "idiotheque", feel free to select the bad modern way where will be the subject
Of selected debates led by the "technocrates"

vigilante
Batman in the dark and Bruce Wayne in the streets
You don't know me I got mixed personalities
I can act casually or cause a casualty
1 of 1, but

shit

Die my hair blue and get a couple tattoos
I'm way ahead of you but I would rather keep my roots

They say I need to keep up
(Keep up?)
I did it

yo office
Bump this in the whip
Make that motherfuckin' car shake
Onions in the VIP
Smoke a zip by the bar plates
Fuck a nigga bitch every week that's

beast has arrived on scene
You dweebs no match for the rap supreme
Cash rules everything around and between
That blue paper stream
Make a pupil so green

dark and blue
We were all athletically gifted
But when we played them white kids somehow we just missed it
In them big street football games
I see now

kind feel like Money Making Mitch
Muh'fuck your pussy, I need me a money making bitch
If she mines, she bossed up, ain't got her on no basic shit
My life

the change, or let it stay the same, wake up
Watch the demonstration like a street magician
David Blaine in this game, I’m a different musician
Don’t you cross

slow
I think he made his mind up when approaching to me
That I would die in the street or having a longer release
I ain't reaching for nothing, my ids

Or fiascos surely in sue 
This shit is basic 
Ion know non of y'all faces 
How could you say you the greatest 
Ever alive these niggas all telling lies
Until

A nice guy getting high to get by
Frequent flyer through the fire
Bet you praying I fry
Ain't no ash on my wings tho
A king with a mean flow
Angels sing

entitled to everything
Excluding opinions
And basic facilities to facilitate
Heath, transport and educate
So than he medicates
He's so high he levitates
His

you take the blue pill
Part two is if you take the red pill
If you don’t get outta the matrix you’ll become basic
They gonna control you
They gonna

that came out my cave sick
Crazy get you shots not the ones you chasing
All blue collar goon niggas who I hang wit
Chains in whips like a slave ship