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Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy 
Been in my brain for some days 
Reprogram the WaZe 
Said I need aid on Le Mans, that's 24/8 
I've been farming a graveyard 
I come from African slaves 
Colored bodies was natively bathed 
I've been on prophecy waves 
I wasn't taught I was raised 
Hold back on things I'll never say 
I feel that it's time that I change 
Excuses are true but stay in you ingrained, and tooth up the canvas to fangs 
I'd rather add plant to the base 
I'd rather use chat as exchange 
I'd rather subtract and replace 
It's hard to breathe, I know, this a slap in the face 
In 1 year I just can't be the same 
I don't fear, I just rap in the rain 
Can't be deer, cause my rack not a frame 
Can't be deer, cause my rack not a frame 
I done ate, see the napkin on plates 
If I'm eating my man said the prayer 
Flows Bayer, lead my head from aches 
First try no prize, I'm great 
Gifts lie in the eye of the patient 
Roy Ayers, I ran 'em away 
Serial killer left hate at the station, or the lake, or prolly' the bay 
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy 
Been in my brain for some days 
Reprogram the WaZe 
Said I need aid on Le Mans, that's 24/8 
I've been farming a graveyard 
Aye I'm a comet 
I'm high as f*ck don't remind me 
Such and such niggas I'm blind to 
Thouxand like Fauni 
On ya' head like Red Dead 
Growing my dreads and my knowledge 
I see lots of niggas dying by guns 
Saying nigga just defile my blood 
Niggas plotting, piggies spying on us 
Make a nigga want to buy him 2 guns 
Crib to oodles noodles, then a coffin 
Only thrill from life come from robbin' 
Niggas trapped in hoods, where's Robin 
Long as it's packaged good, no problems 
Nug' ain't no dollar shake, it's frosty 
F*ck how much time it take, it's prophecy 
Momma said, if you die today you got it 
Can't be in these mirrors talking that nonsense 
1 black dead it's hard when Yin ain't got Yang 
To the mob they selling kilos with chains 
Hot as sauce, but no this shit ain't a game 
Cross officer get 2 cincos in May 
Choice or options in the eye of a baby 
One day Ye' gon get it, and so will we 
'Least we talking, till we fly we ain't free 
Instead of preaching message, I use my feet and I walk 
Footaction clean, I stomp 
Stamp it on me, boss 
100 degree, it's scolding 
I cop the flee from Ross 
Money machine got laid off 
Got what I need that's all 
Network and sleep on my days off 
I don't got cheese to mold 
Nah, nah 
I don't got cheese to mold 
100 degree it's scolding 
I cop the flee from Ross, aye 
Yeah, I got what I need that's all 
Got what I need that's all 
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy 
Been in my brain for some days 
Reprogram the WaZe 
Said I need aid on Le Mans, that's 24/8 
I've been farming a graveyard 
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy 
Been in my brain for some days 
Reprogram the WaZe 
Said I need aid on Le Mans, that's 24/8 
I've been farming a graveyard 
I just don't know where to go, I don't lack the vision 
I'm just feeling pessimistic 
Think that I'm chosen, I'm looking for planets distant 
Humans don't really listen 
I'm doing business for jewels 
Creative digits for you 
I'd rather stick to my truth, f*ck a limit 
AP, the time is ticking 
Dog

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