| Kufi on my fucking skull, bopping down the boulevard
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| Cerebellum demons in it parabellum bullet dodge
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| On the block, army vet, showed me where the bullet lodged
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| He was in Fallujah with them shooters left him bullet scarred
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| Asked me for a dollar so you know I gave him five
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| He said would you let me hold a couple more if I could rhyme
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| I said kick it sun he started spitting and he wasn’t lying
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| Hitting different he was ripping I could tell he put in time I
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| Gave him the rest of the bread I had in my clip
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| Money folder replenish I spent it back as I get
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| He said you rap too right? |
| Lemme hear it
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| Can I kick it? |
| Yes I can, holy spirit
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| Name of the father who slowly aimed the revolver
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| Shot the strap through the back of a brother raising his daughter
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| Trauma victims, sprawling Jumanji prisms
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| Calling on organisms together to form a prison
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| This like religion to me so you rapping sacrilegious
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| That means you trash and I’m the pastor handing out revisions
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| But I ain’t mad you gotta stack it young black male
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| This is America black niggas get blackmailed |
| I need a Erykah Badu in my cyphe dog
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| I need a cleric, a sadhu and a Phife Dog
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| It’s my life dog
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| Through the night fog
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| I maneuver till G.O.D. |
| turn the lights off
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| I recruited a couple G’s on my debit card
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| I’m reviewing what’s owed to me like a credit card
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| Fuck you pay me bitch
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| Till you make me rich
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| So my future lady can cop the Mercedes quick
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| I had to babysit grown men, not now
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| That shit is over with like Corona and lockdowns
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck
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| Take my mask off
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| Cause I can’t breathe
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| Till my last cough |