Yeah
This is to the pool of the foolish kids
Whose duty is
To ruin the music biz with their foolishness
They new to this
Chasing both kinds of the booty gets
You twisted and missing the bigger picture of what coolness is

It's not the cars or the women, the bars or the pendants
But the path of your essence and how you star in attendance
Mixin' the mind and body and heart and soul in the message
But too many forget it

I was the talent I assassinated
[?] is agitated
At the fact that more that what half of rappers ain't fascinating
The lack of thе accolades is baffling my imagination
What the trash could pack if they would just hack all thе masqueraders

Passing infatuation
About and around for the crowd with haters in the back to try to recalculate it
Why amount to the sick sound while holding my ground
And I don't conform to the norm
When I sold it out for account

They told me I could flow deeper if I roll this more reaper
But don't need to, when healing the breath of life is what I prefer
When I be teaching these peeps, I need them to see
Them to be heated in this peach I'm briefing
That supersedes all the heat—they don't need it
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