Whistleblower

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Fonz the Don

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Woo, woo
Vibe out baby
Y'all want thought-provoking raps, really
Yeah

Time-traveling assassinator
Imperialism in Grenada
Land of the free and brave is
Something to be afraid of
They locked me  in a chamber with toxins
Unnatural flavors
Can't hold the door for me
But got the nerve to ask for favors
I don't do em, stay hating
Heavy metal like I praise Satan
He mad I smashed his X button
Just like some PlayStation
Got some shit to say, run a fade then
I don't chase em I replace em
Berate them cause I hate them
Whack MC's are getting Nathan
Dirty money, but the threads clean
Them bitches not hanging while you around
Bunch of Jeffery Epsteins
Exiled for the espionage
I was just a witness
Jason Bourne the whistleblower
Blow the spot up on the Clinton's man

Blow your spot up, blow your spot up, blow your spot up
Blow your spot up, blow your spot up, blow your spot up
Blow your spot up, blow your spot up, blow your spot up
Yeah,  aye

I get excited then you let me down
Never invited but I get around
I'm not the same, none of my homies get me now
Steady now you on the right path, too young to lose it
But still too old to choose it
That's why these drugs get abusive
I know feeling like you useless
Ayo trust me man I've been there
Catching feels for these girls
Catching L's,  it's hard to win here
Struggling and striving
Maintaining and surviving
Blood thicker than water, freeze it over ice diamonds
Came through with right timing
Low eyelids, no smiling
Coke palette numb, can't feel my tongue
The dough piling is a sight I'm never sick of
Like a hoe sucking my dick up
I don't got no weight to lift up
But I'm moving when I pick up
Maneuvering pull the shift up
I switch up lanes, writing bars and light the piff up
I spit up change, that's money
Bitches didn't want me back when I was bummy
I used to beg for bread but now
I'm on some spread your legs honey, sweetness
Had dimes in my bed since I delivered pizzas
I'm leaning like them towers
We all tryna get a piece of divine wealth and health
If I can't get that myself
Then I'm just as bad as the rest
I don't protest I rebel

Blow your spot up, blow your spot up, blow your spot up
Blow your spot up, blow your spot up, blow your spot up
Blow your spot up, blow your spot up, blow your spot up
Michael Corleone up in this motherfucker

My life a shit show, adaptive from the get go
Old hoes I can't let go of em
Like if she called my phone right now
I know I'd still go running, put that on God
What happened to one-on-ones
They only throw hands on squads
The cowardice amazes me, whatever
Jumped and kicked his face
Only if this motherfucker was really
Acting out of place, I been
Smoking weed for years, I'm getting out of shape
Need to fix my mental state
But I'm working nine to five every day
It's hard to write when the pencil break
Try to put me in a box
But I'm much bigger than your stencil shape
Bugged out since the second grade
What you think I spark for
The light deflects the dark lord
My life was like a movie
This the Godfather Part IV
What you think I spark for
The light deflects the dark lord
This the Godfather Part IV

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