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I heard they crucified Jesus Christ, And Marcus Garvey for rights. Shot Malcolm X in the chest and gave Nelson Mandela life. Big guy that twenty-four, Shit my nigga, I'm no younger. Motivated by my hunger, I'm still working when I Slumber. If I die, bury me with a MAC And McLaren. Just in case God trippin' and won't Let me in heaven. Still a New Orleans nigga, Bitch, and don't you forget it. I'm like We moving plates, them tectonics. That slang we speak in Ebonics. Sell a product for a profit, shit, it's called Economics. Wait, Glock.40 with a thirty waistline, Can't tuck it near three-eighty. I'ma push every narcotic while still living, Feeding my babies. Ninety babies from the golden Era, still never seen a pot of gold. Aloe vera on all my scars, I'm the man Of my household. See my uncle was a dope Fiend, I can show you what that dope bring. Weed deals and amphetamines, no job, But I got a means. I'd rather go to Hell before I go broke. Summertime and a mink fur coat. Everything I got feeling this blow. I can get your man bagged for the low, For the low. Missed a couple meals, Now I'm forever hungry. Why you hating, nigga? Go get you some money. The Slenders being the hottest. Pussy hands on pussy, empty your pockets and Wallets. This that shit that make sure Ricky never Go to college. This that shit that make sure That I pull up, pull up. Pulling up with that money, make it drop. Uh, Uh, niggas niggas looking looking at me at Me like I'm like Pac, I'm Pac. woo. Woo, Huh, huh. Niggas Niggas looking looking-at me like a star, Star. Uh, everybody hating 'cause I'm hot, Fire. Uh, look at the sky, uh, Yeah. I don't even smoke, uh, huh, but I Stay high. Uh, yeah, I feel like Malcolm looking Out the window like somebody died. Staring at a group of bitches, I'm looking like, "Somebody mine." Hey, yeah. My hand on my penis, that girl is a Demon. Addicted, I'm fiending, I'm cheating, I'm Dreaming, I'm thinking, I'm scheming. I lost all the meaning inside of my heart. Silencers, they tear me apart. Silence your mouth, don't talk no more. Saving that girl, but that girl is a whore. She want the money, don't want nothing more. Put this beat into morgue
Stephen Smith, IDK — Nobody Knows, Pt. 2
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