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White boy with that flow, though

Lost shit for this lifestyle

Paid dues, and they paid too

But I came to, and that light shined

That light shone, we get klinked up

Black Pais, we tipped up

Five deep, like ten cups

That’s five for me, and then five for us

And I’m all done with that emo

I found me, like Nemo

I’m Maslow, I’m Pavlov

Can’t play me, no keno

No repo that intellect

Lottery’s so indirect

They tax the willing, they hack the willing

They smack the willing, I smack them back

Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air

And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare

Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason

They’re my hunger

They’re my struggle

Only thing that I believe in

Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air

And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare

Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason

They’re my hunger

They’re my struggle

Only thing that I believe in

And I’m right back to that work though

Right back to that whiteboard

Right-right back to that work though

We have hope that we fight for

Right-right back to that work though

Right back to that whiteboard

Right back to them lab coats

We had…

We saw too much to not share shit

Too much to not ask shit

Too much of that real life

And that real life can get stale quick

My quatrains still help though

Four bars like twelve bows

Do the math, I’ll save the cash

Your therapy is my elbow, uh!

Damn right, I advocate

Greenest greens;

regulate

Tax me up and we’ll pack you up

The fattest garden you’ve ever seen

You bet me high and I’ll raise a Gupta

Dr. Sanjay, Mr. Cooper

Hanging low, chopping loops

Still know people that will seek the truth up

Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air

And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare

Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason

They’re my hunger

They’re my struggle

Only thing that I believe in

Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air

And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare

Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason

They’re my hunger

They’re my struggle

Only thing that I believe in