The thoughts run rampant through my head,
it gets worse when I'm lyin in bed.
Too many issues that are serious,
Why the fuck is everyone so curious?
All that shit just don't fuckin stop.
I can't wait till I get to the top
Travel the unknown, yaa, on my own.
Making money and creating flows,
I'll make sure it shows.
Maybe that is where I gots to gos.
Carry my cargo, ridin' in my limos,
carry lots of dough and not waste it on hoez.
I will pull up to ya house.
Ya better keep the doors locked,
keep your guns cocked,
you will be mocked,
and fuck rights you will be shocked.

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I Speak Out
Battles
Pink Slips 007 Pt. 2