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Ugh, we recording? I don't got fans, I ain't touring
And my personalities boring, but I'll rhyme anything with orange
This important, they shouldn't have outlawed abortions
I might have to cut off my foreskin
Hi I'm Matt, they don't like my album I'll buy it back
Looking like a kid tryna find his hat, I got my bitch, I can't find my cat
Thats VHS now rewind it back, I turn a beat to a Diamondback
I don't need you to remind me, been tryna forget my violent past
I don't think God is forgiving me, from Heaven he might've forbidden me
My Honda it don't got a livery, in my mind I don't got any liberty
But I got the bass, and it keeps knocking like I got a special delivery
And I got a special delivery momma had me in a mental facility
That's a joke, trying to fix shit up, but you're broke
Tryn'a pick shit up on the flow, I'ma lift shit up watch it float
That's a toe truck, (Whoa) you gonna sniff shit up like its coke
Spitting out this drip, gross, zipping up my zip like a coat
Nowadays I don't f*ck with the hype, I hate my job, I ain't using a mic
Nine to five for ninety-five years, tell me how I'm supposed to be in love with my life
Fought myself and brought a gun to the fight, shot myself, he only brought him a knife
Bro was fighting tryna cover a pipe, hadda leave, I got a son and a wife
I can't even call my mother tonight, I can't even get my pops on the phone
Ain't nobody picking up my calls, Could be dying, still ain't get the cops on the phone
I don't even want the cops in my home, I couldn't hide the weed with lots of cologne
I be forgetting its legal now, blowing marijuana out the top of the dome
Like freestyles… I barely be checkin my emails
And wifey is prolly gon beat up a bitch if my DMs have got any females
You wearing ya tats like decals, all the ink you got is showing details
And the face you wearing got a retail, thats a Deep fake and deep fail
You don't read braille, but you feeling my words, you don't gotta see em
All of ya fans are drones and dead, While they sit and observe in the colosseum
Just a couple onomatopoeias, I don't wanna be ya, I don't wanna see ya
You a five percent on a Tomata meter, trendsetters spreading gonorrhea
Whoa damn… life ain't kill me yet
All of these beats, ain't fill me yet, been on a shelf, they ain't spill me yet
Few loose screws, ain't drill me yet, shit I been broke like oowie bet
So much poison in me I could swallow this shit like Juliet
I could get blood on some Louie sweats and I'll still walk around like they brand new
Might get blood on the leaves, blood on the trees and blood on the bamboo
Feel like a samurai with a slanted eye and I look like Fu Manchu
Me and myself a two-man crew, all of that hating I can't do
Hi I'm Matt, they don't like my album Ill buy it back
Looking like a kid tryna find his hat, I got my bitch, I can't find my cat
That's VHS now rewind it back, I turn a beat to a Diamondback
I don't need you to remind me, aye aye

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