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[intro]
i’m behind this mic tryna k!ll in this
i’m ’bout to od on something, it’s called (riddlin)
everything’s in slow motion, and now i feel erosion and-
*talks to self*
this is delta 90, we found a man on the ground p-ssed out, he needs medical attention immediately

[interlude]

[verse 1]
this desk i sit at
these lines i spit at
i need more vocals, where’s the instrument at?
this is more different than before
cuz everyone wants more
that’s why this song exists
oh wait, i can just exit
but screw that, i already took the old stuff and threw that against the wall
plus, i got a crew that will never fall
at all
it looks like i gotta rhyme internally
to shine eternally
now let’s get back to the subject
i’ve lost my mind, so i can’t object
to not stop working on my project
i’ve worked on it for 6 months who knows how good it is
i’ve worked on it for 6 months who knows how good it is
uh, yeah
i que the verse
without a rehe-rs-
got 4 pairs, jordan’s were my first
that’s a converse
i’m a saint
but next song i ain’t
lemme paint
a picture of me looking for money yet being a saint
oh wait
this hook will great
15 more seconds
so after this verse there will be seconds
(i just ran outta things to say)
no i didn’t, it was a joke
now let’s beat ya with an egg yolk
(again, ran outta things to say)

[hook] (x2)
i’m out for presidents to represent me (get money)
i’m out for presidents to represent me (get money)
i’m out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

[verse 2]
this desk i sit at
these lines i spit at
i need more lines, where’s the end at?
this alb-m will never come out
i gave them 13, they said 4 didn’t count
but i wanna let these thirsty people figure out
that i am a man not defined by accomplishments, not how i started out
not 30+30 songs, not going out
of business then coming back in with doubt
but it was how
i obtained them while they fricking had doubt
i’m walking in here like a 13 year old white boy rapping in front of a crowd
of people with the color of a count
let’s add another rhyme scheme with 13 and ow
you got 30 men at a crime scene shooting someone dead
you got 30 guys whining about not getting read
you got 30 kids in jail for being mislead
you’re being mislead
you think that rapping about this stuff is what is getting people dead
it’s you
now think about that when you put pressure on me
that i’m too crude or young for this because honestly
you’re a retard if you think i believe in this (shit)
“oh my god he cussed”
who cares about it
just listen to my old stuff, there you go
now just let me leave you alone
you want more, you always do
that’s why i hate every single one of you
“i hate your delivery”
how about you get buried alive in a cemetery
that ain’t even rhyme
now get me out before i die
i’m now on writer’s block
let’s have a moment of silence for my mind loss
nah screw that cr-p
been there done that. i already went through that rap

you are now in a state of insanity
that is because i, illum died in vanity
it’s not even a word

[hook] (x2)

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