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cough
At first I was fake coughing so you knew I was smoking
Now I’m real coughing
cough
Alright check it
Getting to the cash though
Never been too bashful
Spit it like I’m sipping Tobasco out the flask though
Stay fresher than a tadpole
So tell me what you mad for
Never been an asshole
Okay I lied
Whipping, whipping, whipping in the fast lane
Nothing’s meant to last mane
Team on my back like it’s my last name
Burden me, hurting me
I am hurdling the past mane
(?) Sturdily
I ain’t worried about the wrath mane
Never been fazed
I’m astounded at the foot of this mountain
Ready to climb, say my grace
Took a seat at the table
Ready to dine
Ready to find
I bit off too much, overwhelming mouthfuls
Meditate in front of fountains when in need of council
Wonder what I’ll amount to
They think they fucking with me
Highly doubtful
Wonder what Wiley 'bout to
Do to these guys
I don’t do the disguises
I will out you
I am the son, you are new to the skies
But I will melt you
Matter of fact let me help you
Matter of fact I don’t need to
I would only mislead you
Matter of fact take this needle
Matter of fact free your mind and speak your truth and free your people
I just hope they believe you
I just hope they believe you