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Uh
f**k a pseudonym on this one (it's Junk)
It doesn't suit it I'ma give up (give up)
No identity concealed
My head's all over the place like when Kennedy got killed
The devil need to chill
There ain't no heaven, but there's hell
I swear to God with no hand on the bible that in
Hip hop I'm further now and it's thank you to Michael

Aiming, for the target like he passed me the rifle, thank you
Half of my homies wanna be actually like you
Rеst in peace to an O.G., it's sad to see you gone
Running sh*t for us then you handed the baton
And now the homie Hungry got you tatted on his arm
Taken too soon but no matter where we are
We be riding for you
Bass bangin' from the car while the aim
Stay landed on the planets and the stars

Master P, no limit in my repertoire
Rap for me is so different you forget awards
pu**y, weed, money, yeah that's every chorus
That's why I shouldn't be something that was said before
I don't' make rap music for the record store
So go hate Stan Kubrick of the metaphors
I tell a story like I love every statement
Everyone should be together dog, f**k segregation

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