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I discard a rat, get em f**king back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that

Strait in the face of the f**ker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry
Strait in the face of the f**ker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry

Cover my credit with broken bills I wish you pay me off
Complain the remaining, I maim the savings under coveralls
My legs in the back of the vault
Runnin on mills they’re treading bricks over buildings hoping they fall out

Send me back, get me out. Ask the f**k about
Motherf**king listen to me when I tell you to be there
Hey stop, hands up, drop you f**king hand gun
I don't wanna be the one who get the f**king head shot

Move out the back of my channel, I route it til the drywall is dry as a dialed plug that supplied it with no f**ks
Serviced as I tap into firewalls, end up pleasing the customers
Interactions still fake, scroll files for em
Send me out, I will go to own reality

I discard a rat, get em f**king back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that
I discard a rat, get em f**king back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that

Strait in the face of the f**ker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry
Strait in the face of the f**ker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry

I discard a rat, get em f**king back
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that

Strait in the face of the f**ker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry
Strait in the face of the f**ker
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry

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