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Mind tank On E, Mindstate
On cheese Locked
Tight no key, I try to play
Lowkey before they prey
On me, i'ma black man
I know What i'm up against
I Know

your ignorance for thinking I'm an immigrant/		               
I live by the border, the left side, of course/
You judged me by my face so it clearly

flipping plenty OZs
Villain low-key still killing those beats
Grill in gold teeth used to chill in those streets
Filled with broke dreams
Coke dealers police

feeling might walk on the ceiling
I'm plotting tryna stay low key for the millions
In murda mountain where they drug dealing and killing
Ima tell y'all some

are invested in me so whatever suits you
Fat bitch diss me and bullets hitting your fupa
Nightmares of me killing you, I'm Freddy Kruger
Hit your block,

Oh
There it is
Found me a beat
Time to get arrogant
Spit it so clean
Eating asparagus
Bar after bar I don't have a degree
I go deeper than Therapists

down inside"
Never had anybody watch me
Inspirations played a key part in art offerings
Your whole discography is merely held up by a drawstring
See me

Shaq
I'm Tryna touch dividends on regular
So many mother fucking numbers started losing track.
Cuz baby I'm HIMMY
Bad bitch rolling with me, she get it

And by the end of that thought I ain't got no time remaining
Let me get my ass up cus I know I'm not staying
Tryna get up out the same old shit huh
Tryna

hostile,
Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil.

I got you. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald

don't compare 
I'm the goat man it's tough times 
My necks like a view
My wrist like a sight see
I love how they spite me 
The greatest ever high key
I

to focus in on everything in front of me
Read a word once, as a man thinks, so is he
Thought to myself that I really got the key
The key to nice living,

resident
Within the White House
Which makes me kind of hesitant
To dictate this letter to the man
Who should be our President

I got a letter for

and you ignore the poor
Why you pulled out the keys while they travelling in the traffic
The riders now lost their lives, I call it murder by accident
Do

This that real, iKonBy25
Hear me out though
Look, I grew up, took a walk in my shoe
Believing in who I am so I could never be you
That ain’t a diss

you get it together, huh?
(Six! 1-9! Six! 1-9!)

It's gettin' kinda heavy tho aye
(Let me tell you a little story)
It's gettin' kinda heavy tho

It's

is conceited
If the music got a rhythm that's overpowered by mеaning
You either get zеro listens or loving up to the ceiling
But never fall young

up the stage at the night show
Come around
Boomerang
Let ya soul glow
Slow bop
Brothaman from the 5th floor
See the spotlight on me when I hit the door

up the stage at the night show
Come around
Boomerang
Let ya soul glow
Slow bop
Brothaman from the 5th floor
See the spotlight on me when I hit the door

shit
Threw away too many opportunities
Foolishly stuck in my coonery
Life is losing me
This drug shit so new to me
Release continuity
Until he stuck

You lost me, we booked the loft for the mink fitting
You niggas must be kidding, do your own bidding
Bidding wars for these whores, tight jeans fitting

Verse1:
Been walkin by faith
I’m losing my sight
Been leading the blind
I’m going through phases and facing the times
I’m talkin with God
Like Lord

resident
Within the White House
Which makes me kind of hesitant 
To dictate this letter to the man
Who should be our President

I got a letter for

No copper to want to cop a piece
Suicide prevention but I'm killing off the parts of me
Blood in the canvas, made my art from me
Would you still love