One Rehab

[Intro]
Wartown
Dakota on the beat

[Verse 1]
Welcome to bizarrodom, F for frizzackin'
Mr. Brownstone mighta, coulda been the death of me
Testosterone higher than the development of my frontal lobe
Plus IQ equals eighteen years old
Indestructible to a young buck full of all he thinks he know
Man, you ain't no Banksy, you a Bansky
You acting all Louis Vuitton, but you Vouis Luitton
Broke as a bankrupt bastard
Play pretend 'til the credit card catch up
What you gonna say when the receipts don't match up?
You gonna chill, give it up, or cook another batch up?
Don't see no better, don't know no better
Was yelled at me dеad in my face like, "Get that chеddar"
Yeah, this the real footage
Not with a woulda-coulda-shoulda been-probably, but
Yeah, I mighta done better possibly
With a killer instinct, but I'm not a counterfeiter
Thinkin' for yourself offends many agendas
Money and war both based on opinion
Say it ain't so when you lie, but who's fault?
You don't know either, huh? Welcome to the war
Turn the other cheek, thou shalt not kill
Really don't rhyme with divide and conquer
But I use it 'cause the truth is the world been bonkers