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Yeah, so, uh, You know, to be honest, the coronavirus shit is Really not that bad. Yeah, It's, listen, some of y'all niggas, This the first time y'all got to be around Your motherfucking kids. And you, and you're out here just having a Great, everything is working out. Shit is working out like a motherfucker, huh? Goddamn. Let's go. California run up on you, Hit you like a punching bag Disrespect me, Racist, I will knock you into wish you had Life insurance, my endurance athlete, Olympiad I can do with nothing to it, Solid with my shaky past Anky, Franky, faky, homie, take me to the promised land You can never hit a moving target with no Shaky hand Get you some security, That's gon' cost you few hundred grand You won't Even see it, you'll be murdered by your closest Man Watching who approaches, leave my name up out Your stupid plans I'm too advanced, I'm too far In my bag to leave it up to chance That's why the hammer dances, support my local Ambulances The praying mantis, Never sorry, attitude is rancid Yo, Man, it's gotta be fucked up right now to Be a side bitch. I mean, like, for real. You calling that nigga, that nigga ain't calling you Back. That nigga home with his family. All you get is voicemail. And you niggas out there, you wanna go get Some pussy bad than a motherfucker. Hey, man. Yo, coronavirus making y'all niggas get in touch With your real lives. Huh? Real shit. Let's go. No, I never say I'm sorry Smoke It down like a Marley Don't fuck around, For you catch a round and your body found In the hallway And you know we did it Our way You niggas acting like Broadway That's the Shit'll get you killed broad day, guess you gotta Learn the hard way And no, I never took The safe route Just put in work till it Worked out Mama praying at the church house That Her son make it, don't get locked down It's A cold world and I'm out here Three hundred Thou' in a deposit box Match your head like The barbershop Couple mine, nigga gettin' shot Around the clock, hustle, fuck struggle Shit, I'm Tryna see the other side Instead prison, going on To business That's why a nigga grind in overdrive Play dirty, go for mine Sweep the leg, Cobra Kai DOA, you won't survive Serial killer, No goodbyes So the world is opening back up. What have you learned about yourself on quarantine? Huh? If you didn't come out this motherfucker with a Motherfucking idea, a clue, a direction, A company, a hobby, a skill, and you just Sat on your ass this whole fucking time, Fuck you. Huh? Planet Earth, it's our time, Baby. Let's go. I got an obsession to give you a lesson, So listen up close when I'm flexin' It ain't A question of whether or not that I'm headed Up in your direction You need attention, I'm guessing You need a session of learning In My profession, the passer of the quest, if person Is hurting for certain I'm close to the curtain, It doesn't concern you, homie, I live in the Moment In me, I own it and clearly I'm Shaking and broken another opponent If it don't Work, we don't fix it Only a rookie would Risk it If they come copping a biscuit While I'm enjoying a brisket I'm in the first in The bubble Making a motherfucker seeing double Making them humble, they dropping the ball When they Run, they call it a fumble No apology, My anthology started you off on an odyssey Come With respect, better reflect Before we perform the Lobotomy And there you have it. Another Serial Killer project. Shout out to Young D, shout out to B-Real. All the producers, all the engineers involved. We love y'all, man. Take care of each other. Pray for each other. Be well to each other. Be good to each other, man. We all we got. Serial Killers. Gang gang.