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I feel n***as don't kick enough Real sh*t to listen for I reveal my feels and spill the whole cup Mama gave me the name Papa gave me the game Told me don't f**k with you n***as I don't hate, I create Ok, I got it Guided by the higher These hoes go low on any n***a with a wallet Ooh I I got the product That'll open up ya chakras Soakin hella energy, that sh*t'll get you mopped up Buck it They bussing all my n***as so I'm bucking back f**k it And yeah I'm on they head like a bucket hat Run it See I been seen da vision An uncommon denomita (denominator) When I was chef cookin, these n***as was eatin ramen lunch I was makin rhyming lunch Entree entendre, right hook, and sauce with a side of punch Real work, get outflexed if you tryn' stunt Or get ya light dimmed out if you fired up See I been breaking down the math to a fine dust Mastering my craft, and at last I have found love So flavored, mo' catered My soul's flava If god got me then I ain't asking in no prayers We at war and I warn you its territorial Are you owning ya thoughts or you tortured by them controllin you? Tearin you, torchin you 'Merica taught you to Murder every sense of the god lurkin inside of you But lemme kick that sh*t you need to learn though The truth hurts quick but lies they burn slow Yo I just got in the yo and I slowing down none What to drop first? I was lost, now I found some And in the streets, they been talkin martial law Just in case, now I'm learnin every martial art Ahh Mashallah, rest is just left to God The power's in our palms, the actions in our walk n***a
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