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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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