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Self-made This right here for the mixtape Gone for A minute, had to get straight R. I. P. Zoey and the homie Skate. Until fate send a Nigga through the pearly gates. Take a pull of the wood, self-medicate. Closed eyes in the booth and I meditate. When death is involved, reevaluate. Middle finger to them lames 'cause they hella hate. No soul in they rhymes, just clickbait. Missing something that them boys need to fixate. Wanna see me with them bars, MC J. D-Block locked in and rock inmate. Gotta pass it, pushing ink until my pen break. Time to break the chains, niggas been snakes. But the pumps won't stop until I meet the Essence rolling with them pale face. Been through the trenches in a hell place. Not a killer, catch a bullet from the shell Case. In the meantime, I'm on the road to Riches. Went ghost on 'em, said I wanna rape It. Coming from the bottom, resiliency. Every move I make, chess game. Y'all perfect pawns, bitch, checkmate. Flow so fire and create your crime ring. Ticking time bomb until I Detonate