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Ayo

Kick the bottle on purpose to get your attention

So tell me why I’m liquidless inside this coffin

I don’t do this often

It just comes naturally

Mama kicked me out cuz I made her be mad at me

She ain’t the only one

I got a weird track record of feeling hate

But imma still buy her a house that’s surround by gates

Golden like heaven but insidious like hell

I dwell where I want, can’t nobody ever tell

Me is like a evil twin, but I murdered the original

I heard you niggas sharing bars like what prisons do

Used to be on the team just warming them benches

Now I’m on the front line fighting for other trenches

The world is at war with itself, yet again

You better grab yourself a life support, aka a white friend

Won’t stop til I reach the end

Closer than I’m thinking but I’ll

Put up a fight, I can feel in my intestines

Got your gun drawn like a psychopathic artist

Just tag my Swahili name when you wanna borrow this

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