Lyrics:
Matter of must imma start make a bid All my Bros can relate when it comes to the issue of greatness, for real I don't sit My Idealogue is painted in a way
is cast, to who's detriment Idealogues draw em in like how religion already did The trap Tomorrow's a playground that looks nothing like yesterday
tirade worldwide It really wasn’t the bulldozers That stole your bread and your roses Crushed your walls And made you all homeless It was idealogues, they
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