| Speech, we need something savage for the weak
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| Meek ain’t inheriting shit, that’s on me
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| Sky is gray again, shit, that’s on me
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| I wonder who the martyr is
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| Who’s gonna be the founding father
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| And what’s it gonna look like
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| When my daughter’s here, yeah
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| Questions, questions, anybody?
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| No wrong answers, we the lobby
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| Unify the people cause we sloppy
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| Land of a divine dichotomy
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| We got left hands rolling Maseratis
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| And the right hand pushing off hungry bodies
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| But regardless, ain’t nobody sorry
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| Nah, nah ain’t nobody sorry
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| Guns are blazing for today, on me
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| Closing up the shop
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| I stay lowkey
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| Someone take me out my mind |