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Like the swiss movement on My watch I ain't gone never stop it I'm like a robot wit my foot on Your neck Wit no let up option This greasy nigga hid money in The stove Like I bet I'm poppin She give me head that Conscience Be so good it leaves me Unconscience Brainstorming in my mind its Feeling like I'm going through boxes You gotta pay for my presence Sorta like you ordered boxing I'm often jotin Looking like I'm in the corner Talking A rap god they trying signed But feel like they gon cross me I'm often realer They say I bang They wanted porcelin figures Raised in badnewz So y'all listening to a cautious Killa A mighty loin in this jungle Watching out for boa Constrictors Toting that iron Niggas struggling wit Avoiding stickups Drinking this mixture Wit no filter Got me on the dipper I can bring you to you to that light Like I know the scriptures All these selfies You see that flash Niggas thought it was a picture They keep talking bout the past Like I don't remember The knife enters the opposite Side of where they face you Interagated for the first time He gone sang on his debut You teller tail age two Shit I was on time but I'm late cuz the train due I feel like if I gotta wait then I'm engaged to Start conversations like what's Ya name boo No acting but on stage two My life a book And niggas shook Cuz somebody got clapped just On page two Ankles shackled They looking baffled How I made due