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Thank God that I'm not defined by what I do
Secure in myself so who the fuck are you

Open up your heart and they'll turn it against you

to better your understanding
Take you, you friend and then me
Our change is only worth pennies
Accumulated and taken by the enemies
Bit extreme, but it gets

always get my way
If not I get away
Who gives a fuck
Not me
I am such a dick I'm cocky
I used to care so much
Now I'm an asshole who doesn't give a shit

with me
They cry as they die I wish not for this
Chosen against will now I must kill
Hated by own hated by all
I've killed vampire I've killed man's

about our own families, but y'all ain't good
How can I, how can we pretend to just remain idly by

As our people collide against a great satanical tribe

didn't take it? 
What do you think I'm going to do with a jack
One of your friends has got it - all the time, they're traipsing through this place
One

be a lifeless corpse and truly
All i wanna do is hang with and  by the

Broke and I joke expensive
Hope that I took some dope when I wrote this

cheek, my face against the wall
Had so many dreams but now you're in 'em all
I'm tortured in my sleep cause now you're in em all
And it's hard not to cry

with the world I'm only in it really
And they're looking at my past and call me phony silly
They were never really with me, now they're all against me

to what I wanted, money was no object
We like Bonnie and Clyde, we both are down to ride
No weapon can come against me, When he is by my side
He's like

take what was given
The government been against us
Since the very beginning
What if we took our guns off
Us and put em on y’all
And then asked god for

your name

But you’re pushing me aside like it ended
and i’m trying to understand it
You’re fucking with all my senses
And now my mind is too

and cloud my kind,
Making us ask ourselves how did the face look, all our people that died? 

Now should I cry about that? or should I write about that?

and left at the door
Jealous of the space occupied in my mind
Gentrified by the crimes against my people and my time
Look, I'm here to break the cycle
Tired

I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm next in line
Kinda tired of the talk, they callin' me a Detroit rapper
Nothin' against them, but in this shit,

the police swear that i'm resisting
They're supposed to the heroes, look, man, i don't get it 
Cause now it's like our heroes, done turned into a villain
Like,

you can’t get me out I’ve lost the control
My mom is going through it I can hear the stress on the phone
So I’ve been all in nobody’s gonna take what I

Nahh you can't over look me
Been going hard all day
I'm surprised I aint musty
Cuz I be in the booth like its a gym
I workout
Set fire to that bitch

and honest
If we gonna talk about gotta good amount topics 
They try making it look clean by sweeping it under the carpet 
Accomplished monsters and goblins

the truth out, I got a complex
Take a look around for somebody there to witness
Any fuckin sound stress me, got me deep pressed
Stream stopped, transfer speed

Let this be a warning 


It's you against our freedom the war has now begun as you oppress I'll squeeze your neck harder 
I'll build the broken 
Our

Slam Dunk Count It
Nigga gettin to the hole wit that Eurostep Count It
Thats a pay check Count It
All cash Count It
Cashapp Count It
I take all that

retailed for 3 dollars
And retailed them per user five packs each
Look impressed
Ran the dopeboy like Merrill lynch
Be afraid old Baker
I'm here to take all

Rel McCoy-Call of the Times
(M. Morley)

Verse 1
Show me the grain, I go against it 
I work facing the current while you all submersed in currency