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with the super fly Methtical nigga.
Who want to die?
For year nigga.
Wow, even try to test sides.
Challenger your the bird with my 45 cabolar.
the day when I told you all my feelings
And that moment when you checked the box to tell me you agreed.
Now it's history,
And the future's a mystery
I can't
the longer route, cuz we ain't on no sucka shit
Don't trust a bitch, like I don't trust the fuckin' government
J supported by my bottom and my upper lip
They
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Anyway, let's begin
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
curving round
My story, like I found
The stop sign
But I never checked my breaks I guess it's
All, history
Future's past
I'm sorry
If I passed
You by, just
How come after thousands of
Years of experiment
Our new nation has come so far, so fast?
All this in less than two hundred years
What is the secret
nuclear meltdown in history
Um, it has a scale of 7 on the nuclear energy board, or something, I think it's called that
But, um, that's the high scale it
gritty
I'm built by God Im'a get these milli's
I see my future lies with me
I see my future lies with me
I see my future lies with me
I see my future
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
history far too often elides
And then I'm done
The year was nineteen-eighty-one
But before I tell you where I'm from and what I miss, follow me
Seven years old I was a kid I had a throne
I ruled it all
I ruled it all
I ruled it all
Seven years old I was a kid I had a throne
I ruled it
Still the container won't cloud my mind with these false tales
Future couldn't write me a book about these third worlds
Motherfuckers better see that
As always i'm on my Trump shit tonight
Let me tell you what it is
Bruh ayy, you know me
I went down seven years of
My life for mothafucka's
Hating me for
look back at my history (look, nigga) for the past five years
It's like my status been tripling, I get back with humility
Make no excuses, came
a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams
An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret
Of seven years of famine; the wolf is at my door
anyways
I read a history book, but I ain't learned nothin', dawg
So I read the Bible, then the holy Quran
Went to Jamaica to acquire my knowledge
Sat
friends are animals
My fake friends are animals
My fake friends are animals
(Yea)
It’s been seven years and It’s still nothin but the cappin man
Since I
florescent sails
It led to sodium-scarred wailing weeks
Hey now now, oh the future's bright
Oh hey now now, a history of light repeat now now
Because you
this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my
stars at seven
'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
Future looks good for the smartest
Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College
Okay
Like I'm popovich
I'm balling
This the hardest
That I'm ever going
I'm all in
Looking up
At my future cheese
I'm Marlon
Knew it since I started
But I had
beautiful second home to me had no signs of teather
7 years of my life, my adult expansion
repped by 300 years of History, but can you imangine
How in a few
drums on it
Bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and
LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch
Pass the baton
I'm rap crack packed in a bong
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