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Yo, this your boy DJ Paul, KOM Man, what the f**k's up with these n***as, man? Since when is it cool to be a b*t*h ass n***a, huh? What happened to all the real n***as? n***as that would pull up and blast your motherf**kin' ass by the parking meter Not put you on blast on social media How the f**k is beatin' pu**y the old days And bein' a pu**y is the new wave? It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherf**kin' cave across seas Than to find a real n***a on your own motherf**kin' street 'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key Then you got the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us, they say Not the ones that's rebellious, they said "Hide them motherf**kers" I say f**k all these motherf**kin' f**k ass, sucka ass, fake ass Motherf**kin' b*t*h n***as out here Mafia I got a queen by my side, b*t*h, I don't need a side chick f**k you and your fake ass, f**k you and your fake tits Who give a f**k if I'm rich? I don't need autotune Boy, don't play with my pitch Boy, don't f**k with my drip This the sh*t that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside Then be surrounded by like minds, look n***as prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden When you're wise enough to move sheep You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep Everybody see the problem, only few speak All of you n***as is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's f**kin' the homies And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown It's like somehow the real n***as and lame n***as just switched positions, I just don't get it But I will never conform so if you don't f**k with me Don't make me no difference I will not make music that send you to prison Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul For a lil' popularity, ugh I been at odds with God I had my heart discard, that turned me dark and scarred It was go hard or starve, listen I tried to murder myself, but I was too pu**y to die They tried to push me aside, I had to fight my way out of the hole Though it took me some time, homicide on my mind n***as die in they prime, so I ride with my iron The irony, n***as could die anytime Don't know when the reaper gon' dial up your line They twist off your cap like a bottle of Hein' Watch how they throw shade, they want all of your shine Snakes in the field, it's like all different kind You paranoid, Jarren, that's all in your mind b*t*h, I won't be fine until all of 'em dying Homicide, homicide, gonna die, gun or knife Y'all n***as are b*t*hes, I hunt 'em on a summer night (ugh) The blade feel sharp as a piranha bite And she gon' do the most with a hundred [?] f**k y'all n***as, oh you want advice? When the gun go (bang), run for ya life These n***as pray on your demise [?], word to the wise (wicked) No morals or ethics, these n***as so pu**y They'll prob'ly get pregnant From GA to Texas my n***as connected However you want it, you know you can get it I come for your head, you get scratched off my checklist I eat 'em for breakfast like Chex Mix b*t*h, I am sicker than tetanus, I pull up and pop pop And knock off your block just like Tetris b*t*h The cooning's always been there. People know when they're cooning (people know when they're cooning) It-It takes practice to be a coon They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad And you know, there was a time when you could justify that by saying, "Well, there's nothing else we can do. We have to do this, the people will not pay us to do anything but this", but that's not true anymore; you don't have to do that now If you do that now, you're making a choice Look, what do you see when you look in the mirror? What you expect when you look to emir? Man is your god and you manically vie for position Opinions are what you hold dear Y'all n***as lookin' at me like I'm weird My life is mine, I don't live for my peers I periodically react methodically Turn all you bull-headed n***as to steers I stay away from the highs and the lows I keep it even despite what is chose Regardless of whether I win or I lose it Put it in music to channel my soul Sold and it seems like a fabric You're not a MC, you're an addict You're not a asset, you're elastic Every facet of your life is flaccid Back in the house with it, last in the game If you last in your lane and you all like to sing n***as just follow the same, f**k a melody Won't get a pass 'cause you rappin' Usain I see my life as a singular mission Beat all you pussies into a submission Beat out the best and I took every test And I brokered a part to improve my condition Y'all been conditioned to follow these trends I've been commissioned to scholar your pen I'm an anomaly, I'm the new prodigy No man is safe from what's hidin' within No one can find where the real n***as dwell Y'all rather follow these whistles and bells We the new standard, we firmly demand it We ain't gotta [?] The People's Rapper
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