| Fly elegant, intelligent thug with relevance
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| Survives of the declining, crumbling, devilish
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| Game that takes elements of ya soul for renting it
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| Presenting us with the debt, accumulated for selling it
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| Supply leverage to the hustla’s cuz we let em live
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| Each line I’ll take you into the mind of a veteran
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| Gangster and a gentleman, pedaling rap sentences
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| For cash benefits, this pen is equal to medicine
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| Surpass negative easily preventable measures
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| I treasure the realness, I possess is unforgettable
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| My soul window, scan and download info
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| Instantaneously I invaded ya whole mental
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| The soul seeker, that’ll shatter ya whole speaker
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| Collaborating with holograms for all my features
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| The resurrection, what’s a heart with no direction?
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| The body is just a shell, it’s more than physical presence
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| I heard of thirst, but y’all dudes live in the desert
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| Gotta give son credit, his grind is unmeasured
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| The paramedics preparing to patch his whole head
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| It’s plastered all on the pave, split like a patch of lettuce
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| You get it stretched out on the stretcher like calisthenics
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| All his friends put him on the pedestal that they invented
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| Only to watch him to watch him shredded
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| He fell in a whole deaded, in ya face
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| If you ain’t got ya hammer than go get it |