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[intro]
(change the channel. change, the f~cking, channel man. f~ck !)
(you’re all gonna die !)

[pre~verse 1]
ion rock chanel, i change the channel
every rapper need some p~ssy and a yellow flannel
the greed, love, l~st, anger envying my ego
also might be slacking~ but it’s purely circumstantial
perception of an honest man portrayed as insubstantial
when the national ethos, circle money and scandals
wear sandals eat cubanos. i know, what the f~ck you here for ?
coming to the venue, gotta pull up at the back door

[verse 1]
so a camel doesn’t need a straw to break his back (woah)
i’m in a ’06 camry mixing likе half of my tracks
with the referеnce track on max
(top it off, yea like that)
i’m bumming out, my bum ass never got the job
so the general flocking to me flaunting all they riches, all they b~tches, like i’ve never been the visionary moving with precision
gimme ten more minutes, i’m a missionary man
only traversing the ashes, like a phoenix who has risen
rza told: “ten times ten men committin’ mad sin”
must be cardinal why you avoiding all the capital
conscience crashing on your thoughts comparable to tidal waves
label me a god then you’ll see really how that title weighs
a brick weighing five keys to you, but it’s a ton to me
been true to myself, a lil’ harder than what it has to be
a lil’ harder then i’m off into the cemetery
work myself to death but to you: it should be commentary
[chorus]
my god, you know, you will not get a hunnid grand
you point, your gun, my face behind the plexi man
have you, seen him?
my friend you lost the track of time
but sh~t, is it really all that? yeah
my god, you know, you will not get a hunnid grand
you point, your gun, my face behind the plexi man
have you, seen him? (seen him?)
my friend you lost the track of time (ohhhh)
but sh~t, is it really all that? yeah
(wait hol’ up hol’ up, wait, wait, wait !)

[verse 2]
spotify ain’t cut me a check to put your mind at peace
while y’all b~tches be quttin’ cuz the money that we don’t receive
and i agree that artists need the compensation fairly
but y’all don’t persevere like y’all not interested in legacy, nah (what ?)
i can see that public is the toughest jury (uh huh)
but y’all appealing to them like they think you extra guilty (nah that’s fair)
all because you want your wrist in ice that’s extra flurry (no no no no)
then you risking on ya life getcha nose extra runny (nah nah nah, nah, no no no no no)
my promotional material be stacked to the ceiling
while y’all pushing singles out like y’all be scared of people hearing (hahaha)
i don’t mean no mockery like i just think that’s extra funny
how you talk bout confines then continue to be uninspiring
dying for my artistry i swear to god i’m stephen irwin
get to flexing my penmanship and work ethic showing
corresponding to the tried and true y’all ain’t ever f~ckin’ with me
double down on myself beat on the speaker soundin’ extra dummy (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait !)
i got that energy, my music spanning centuries
i change the metrics up, wait! let’s calculate in galaxies
if i had a milli, i’d already k!lled the industry
don’t disagree when you be hesitating to be daring
they don’t see me but they hear me
they don’t feel me but they fear me
they not k!llers but they’d k!ll me
they not rappin’ so they talkin’ like
[bridge]
top ten, hit list, hit sh~t, hit this
nah bruh imma get this, get rich, get whatever i want, ya b~tch
we don’t got no rivalry but i’m your enemy

[verse 3]
you not the butcher you the customer so please don’t serve no beef
if i make it big, imma tell these kids to chase their dreams
objective of an artist: selling everybody ponzi schemes
i turn a competition into a formality
if i got a verse it’s not a track call it a casualty
i do this sh~t too casually, feet up, playing monopoly
no animosity, territory come with authority
i knew my achievements before i ever had a goal
and leave the comparisons, turn your diamonds into coal
people callin’ me a sheep because they cannot see my visuals
but i’d rather be a sheep than a shark livin’ in a fishbowl
huh !
i gotta f~ckin’ say it two times
godd~mn (daaaaamn) i gotta f~ckin’ say it two times
25, 25, that’s the age that i’m gon’ shine
premonition of the ammunition with a paradigm
demolition expert blow the scene right out the water (hey, hey)
asian kids can be who they want and then off doing whatever (hey, hey)
oppositions turned to politicians when you start a movement (hey, hey)
requisitions of a riot turn you into apparitions (hey, hey)
repressive nature of a nation full of hungry soldiers
transgressive nature of rules that was set to hold us over
depressive parents made the generations f~ckin’ older
kick my feet up at the border, waiting for a different answer, what the f~ck (fuuuuck !)
[chorus]
my god, you know, you will not get a hunnid grand
you point, your gun, my face behind the plexi man
have you, seen him? my friend you lost the track of time
but sh~t, is it really all that? yeah
my god, you know

[outro]
(sound fx)
have you, seen him?
but sh~t, is it really all that? yeah

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