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No need to question here and now where my loyalties lie
Don't even wonder what I dream, don't you peek through the blinds
I climbed up from the trench and beat the sudden demise
Enough discussion, I ain't bluffing, Ain't no limits inside

G.I. Joe claims biggest piece of the Pie I catch no shade through the sunroof
Cause I ain't listening, my star Shines bright, black diamond Really glistening
Niggas need a tech cause they foul For they whispering
Yeah, whether you love me or you Hate me I'ma still get paid

Just send a check up to the boy, I Don't need no name
I'm content in my truths, not in Need of the fame
Cause the moment you eclipse, Darkness follows from they lips
If you turn a hand down, they bash You and stand proud

Not thinking they say out loud, He Changed, he never around
He goofy and he a clown The Fakeness get too much
His flows is cold lunch, he venom In gold cuffs
Preach

How many there when I needed it
Spearheaded, plead the fifth Who Carry burdens now As I drift?
You want a family feud, neglecting My point of views

These chapters will soon conclude, We skipping the interludes
I guess you faker than them knock off J's and light apologies
You sitting plush with no shame, I'm guessing probably
You been awake for three days and Want to follow me

Out for two clicks now and shifted Policy I ain't got to stoop to Mentions when  my hand
Getting raised You the slaughter For the sheep with the
Roads that you paid Even when I Turn you loose, no my goals
Don't change Can't even respect You niggas

I can't even hold respect, this is Different dialect
The OVO boy told you aim above The neck You should've took Advice, now you drowning
In regret,
Black suede loafers with the gold Brace Every time I see these Bitches, bet they tone

Change Niggas faker than f*ck, Talking pooptity
Scoop The culture clap back, now You out of the
Loop It's a sermon say it proud Bitch mades trending
Down. Fifty gun salute, like I made it to the clouds

I don't do renditions in my pulpit Every word, every letter, that this Fool kick
Send a message like a suicidal door Lift, I'm getting money, baby, I pray This shit
Do last It ain't Sega, but admit, no, My dreams do
Cast shadows on every doubt, Shining on my route

I've been turning heads even when They want me dead
It's clearly travesty when Everybody mad at
Me nowadays, son, son, only one I'm really glad
To see, Serm

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