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I've been jumping all the fences I been coming to my senses I've been talking bout the trenches Everybody say they different But I cannot tell the difference All the fakes been riding benches Why not tell me what that stench is Everybody condescending Mother fucker I attack There's some shit I wish I had There's some racks I need to bag I attract a lot of bad You spit out a lot of cap I feel like I caught up fast Man I'm dashing for that cash I been running round that track I been on a fucking mission I been shooting like a piston I feel like you never listen All them looks that you been dishing I been thinking to myself That I need to find some wealth This that time will only tell Won't give up until the bell Mother fucker I attack There's some shit I wish I had There's some racks I need to bag I attract a lot of bad You spit out a lot of cap I feel like I caught up fast Man I'm dashing for that cash I been running round that track Sick and tired of these nerds Holy shit they got some nerve Thinking that they shit is worth I compare that shit to dirt I hope you feel all these words I just freestyled half my verse Swear to god I think I'm cursed I will do this till the hearse Mother fucker I attack There's some shit I wish I had There's some racks I need to bag I attract a lot of bad You spit out a lot of cap I feel like I caught up fast Man I'm dashing for that cash I been running round that track