End of the times, bell ringing, lunch-rhymes/
In the cafeteria bustin them punch-lines/
Now its crunch-time, next level gotta keep it movin/
No college education wondering, "am I gonna lose-it?"/
Missin the fine-bitches, gettin the dimes-digits/
Me and Remy rappin, gettin ya minds-twisted/
Thats-fam, if they capped-me, he'd rep-the-name/
My-man, so when u blast-me, he'll pop-ya-frame/
On top-of-the-game, so y does this feel-wrong?/
Royal Flush the label, but what happens when the deal-gone/
Then the money stop comin, the success just ends/
Then the girl I was with say "let's just be friends"/
Try to justify the meanings of a world without wisdom/
But every other day I see my peers go to prison/
Never-ending cycle, am I next in the long-chain/
I gotta slow down, I'm ridin the wrong-lane/
Gettin high till I stall-pain, reminiscin to call-names/
Hope I never get shot, I don't like the fall-games/
Or the sawed-gauge, when its on-aim/
My brain remain the same, never let shit-change/
Rock about six-chains, but shit still ain't change/
But when I get mad, I'ma let a clip spill brains/
But the end of times got me, stressin whatz next/
Think I'm goin right, but my steps in the left/
My breath breathing death, my head leakin sweat/
My raps peakin-best, so I'll stop speakin-threats/

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