My brother was cookin the pot on the stove
Always wanted to be HOV
All I wanted was a Venuzuelan woman and marble floors
Nowadays I'm thinkin Carolina
Purchase some land by my Grandmomma
Zonin to run up the bag and never look back and grind for the damn comma
Yall be switchin like too often
Fuck with yall thats 2 coffins
How the fuck you gon' see my vision when I'm lookin down at yall moon walkin
I can see through the false facade
You can cut it with the smooth talkin
Shootin star yall a movin target
To see the light I had to move through darkness
In the booth to tell the truth I'm honest
Tell the truth I can't prove I'm heartless
Nothin new that yall can do to stop this
Bring your troops you dumb fools I got this
Love the progress
Trust the process
Count me out you cant I aint died yet
Name a rapper that I can't digest
SAVIN SHOTS CUZ THEY AINT LEARNED TO DODGE YETTTTTT
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