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My father showed me love but it wasn't enough So I grew up a lit fuse or blow up on a bus These fuck*** treat me like a ni*** ain't suffer enough What? (No hard feelings, dawg, it's all good, I see you) Now I raise hell like Satan is back Abrasion, it hurting, aching and scratching, aim for you back I'm the equivalent to Ronald Reagan raping the track Nasty (I'm finna catch up, ten cents of angel) Bullemic what I'm eating, what's the meaning of life I had a meet up with a demon and my dream with a knife (Yeah) I beat your cheek with an Adidas 'till you eating the stripes Bitch (I ain't mean to do it but I have to, durr) I'm steaming while I'm freezing in a G2 Fury Diving down into the ocean with my deep blue jury I stab your face with a clab and make sea food chilly Yeah (Take your lobsters off, post these niggas, magnet) I paint a perfect picture, need some abstract colors Too half ass, so bad luck like two black ass niggas Division, clap the one ho like two half-black brothas, oww My mother showed me love but I needed some more So I grew up an angry ni*** just to even the score Watch your wrist get shined, while we eat off the floor Damn (That's tough but I get mine though) Drunk driving, diving off an air plane propeller With a stolen umbrella 'cause my parachute have bullet holes Police helicopters shooting so I could have pulled those The final gravity falling rapidly with my fitted loaf Cutting flow can rock shit, can hop big, can spinach blow Heart's shaking, heart's break, thoughts racing, criminals Every five seconds like getting more difficult (And you know it's- it's gon' start get harder too) I don't think I fear the rest, punch you in your ear and neck (Blah) Man in the mirror, Mike Jackson and I manifest 180-prayer connect, call me if you fear of death (I don't fear shit but Jesus, nigga) Bloody paw prints when I smack the shit out of ghost Pull the crust out the globe, had to cuss out the sober Mixing up alcohol, I'm the drug Al Capone (A young ni*** might know me as Joyner) You can call me Garry Lucas Jr Mr. Super Duper shoot bazookas, packing two belugas Smoking hookah, need to prove the movement Losing, skip the grove, and here we use the rulers (Two thumbs down for y'all wack niggas, hey) You walking on a fine line Call yourself a player but you sitting on a sideline (Yeah) Here's the grind time They used to say I was stupid, now they call me Einstein