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Still qillab ting dis
Still qillab ting dis
Deeper than the knife that can slide under your skin
Is a jealous ass nigga that's disguised as ya friend or ya kin
Just the beginning of many got my patience wearing thin
Like the thong under her leggings when she walking to the gym
I've been known
Don't spend money on bimbos
Don't spend time with fake bros
They only want mo' that's their mo
It simple, trust is earned not lend out
Press that green like pesto
Bitches think I'm mean, well I guess so
Blood on my hands is the cause of my quest
My feelings in the draw keep the dagger on the desk
Cutting people off is beyond my manifest
Compromise the objective and you know your good as dead
Just another man on a mission
F*ck that if it ain't about business
Grapple hook swing off buildings
You wouldn't understand it till you get it
Just another man on a mission
If I cant then it ain't worth living
Motorcycle hands no limits
Faded silhouette no image
Depression deep inside, looking out the window
Facing my fears, a head butt just to reload
The crooked sword collides, against the scythe of evil
I swear this time I won't confide to my ego
I found my self stranded in the land of the lost slaves
Mothers that, died to save their sons from unfair trade
Told me freedom gave her cuts and bruises on her bear feet
Fredrick Douglas intentions woke up in my Camry
Irony, presents that you past
Gratitude will get you either way
Shackled to your knowledge
What the f*ck you think is Sally Mae
Index states to carry weight
Pull the chair from under
Watch the starving crabs in the barrel swing
Blood on my hands is the cause of my quest
My feelings in the draw keep the dagger on the desk
Cutting people off is beyond my manifest
Compromise the objective and you know your good as dead
Just another man on a mission
F*ck that if it ain't about business
Grapple hook swing off buildings
you wouldn't understand it till you get it
Just another man on a mission
If I cant then it ain't worth living
Motorcycle hands no limits
Faded silhouette no image
Depression deep inside, looking out the window
Facing my fears, a head butt just to reload
The crooked sword collides, against the scythe of evil
I swear this time I won't confide to my ego
Too late to get revived I got no tools left
Opposition ran up on us, you slept
Cant depend on no one but ya damn self
Only a select few of the family
Red eyes gave me red eyes cuz this joint is piff
Two zero one five eleven thirty nine this thought existed, don't resist it
Who would of thought the bag was in the past
I'm so conflicted
Couldn't finished what I started
But now but we back like Jordan, Pippen
Just another man on a mission
F*ck that if it ain't about business
Grapple hook swing off buildings
you wouldn't understand it till you get it
Just another man on a mission
If I cant then it ain't worth living
Motorcycle hands no limits
Faded silhouette no image
Depression deep inside, looking out the window
Facing my fears, a head butt just to reload
The crooked sword collides, against the scythe of evil
I swear this time I won't confide to my ego

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