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I beat the beat odd I'm into beating odds Two hits and I'm gone, now I'm chiefin' with the gods You remind me of a bomb, I'm tryna link and bond You tryna link and what? Evaporate, I'm gone Grab the steel like Bond wide awake at dawn Neck piece gold charm and a stone I can't Never feast without the sauce, get the fetti and the parm' Keep it green like the lawn I'm tryna wake up before I hear my damn alarm Stomach sticking out because I ate a bunch of ya'll Rappers taste like salt Say when or say all, no discretion at all Ya boy back in, thе bull tryna ball I used to wanna pull broads just to score and go long Jumped right into thе city and leaped out like a frog Must be the jet fuel you can smell me taking off Yeah, me and shorty making sure the bills paid off Far from a Porsche but we still came far Used to hesitate dawg, used to take too long Hiding demons in my vault, had to meet Adolph Every once in a while we might meet and square off Back to the sheets, where I started off with dollar and a dream If it wasn't for the dollar menu dawg I wouldn't eat What a nice surprise , the world wasn't what it seemed in my head And it wasn't me, what I had seemed in my head "Hey mom I'm making beats but need three for the rent" "Believe me momma, in these streets, we coming next!" See poppa he like "when you finna eat or see a check?" Just relax dawg man you finna see who the best Knock knock, reality gave me a lil check Had to take a seat and go be with myself Meet with myself and have peace with myself
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