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Dual personalities living within myself
Oh you said therapy? Nah, I don't need no help
Shit ain't black and white, it ain't everybody
It ain't right to kill, still might catch a body
Resurrect it like Jesus,
Beat the brakes off of the beat, stalkin' a lead
Hand on the gun, head on the seat, and blood on my feet
Red running into my eyes, but still as calm as can be
Like a predator, feelin' elite, ready to unleash on my feast
It's been a long time coming like waiting on the end of 2020
Yet still I'm calm, with eyes on the ball, but never running
Except around the block, circlin' twice like the Sunboat of Ra
Honestly,can't think of a way outta poverty
Palms sweating the fuck'll happen to my life, if I don't win the lottery
Everybodies on my back,sometimes I wish they'd get off of me