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We interrupt this program to bring you an emergency announcement So, young artist or exec, you've got all the money you could ever imagine, and you're still sad (aww) You've been able to smash every thot that comes your way, and you're still sad (aww) You've got a bunch of chains and cars and dumb sh*t— Now that's exactly my point: none of this is real! So brother, we've got to stay grounded in reality Look; sellin' out your brother, fall out with your mother You just make a living gossipin' 'bout other mother f**kers All you n***as messy like you run in puddles All you n***as pu**y, I can't say it subtle This the type of sh*t that make a hater humble I'm made of the same sun I'm sittin' under sh*ttin' thunder, blood of Harriet Tubman, n***a I'm just out here diggin' tunnels n***as puppets, b*t*hes f**kin' with the quickness Any n***a who got season tickets see the thickness All I see is trouble I don't care about your trophies... Oh, you don't want any? It was wrong for me to take 'em in the first place! Oh, it was, was it? You took 'em nevertheless, didn't ya? Take it all! I don't want any of this sh*t! You watch your language! You go to hell! Who you flexin' to? Who sittin' next to you? Yeah, I see the sh*t you tryna show me, homie Slow down, where the rest of you? I see through the vest, so while you wrestle with what's testin' you I gave back what you want, the worst of me is the best of you I hope my aggression SOS'in you, these b*t*hes you be dressin' Sexin', puttin' on a pedestal, finessin' you And it's as though you are as an investment, more or less Yeah, these hoes is more or less all I'm undressin' Is the naked truth Executin' every move, I'm petty-proof I'm Freddy loose, a nightmare I'm [?] but Terry Crews, very true Flint, Michigan, a couple miles away From the cemetery where they buried Proof Get buried for a pair of shoes High as f**k, I need a parachute, on edibles, whoo Word to [?], I'm just prepared, do I look scared to you? The path I chose was terrible, unbearable, don't follow me I wouldn't double-dare you to, you saw what I'm prepared to lose Like sellin' out for camera views and manicures And f**kin' stuck-up b*t*hes with fake asses and a attitude I had a few The sh*t that you attracted to distractin' you Ooh, I hope the news is gettin' through to whoever the f**k I'm rappin' to Never fake, never fake Tryna stay real to get to Heaven in the days Where even the f**kin' reverend fake Me and who I am to the core, it will never separate No matter the position, the circ*mstances, or bread I make How much you need, n***a? How much you need, n***a, how much a ho— How much a old-ass soul go for these days, n***a? You tell me, n***a, 'cause I don't know! You know, there are still a lot of people out there Who think that their morals and their pride are more important To 'em than money. Can you believe that? No, I can't believe it. Because morals and pride, they can't buy You diamonds... sir Virgil, you're learnin' fast. And all you people out there are Gonna learn the same lesson that Virgil here has learned That money can, and does, buy you anything or anybody Like I said, everybody's got a price
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