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Ooo oooo
Yeah
I just think that money brought me pride but I got motivation
Dog I had to see my momma cry
We had no vacations
Why I'm always rapping bout my life?
Because I'm tryna change it
Competition
Momma raised a dog I'm in that bitch like I'm Michael Vick'n
Gliding like I'm Giannis I'm just honest had no pot to piss in
Stepping on you niggas cuz I had to, I was too submissive
Had to study God I studied soul and studied all religions
Still I'm ignorant I'm selfish jealous and I got addictions
Didn't show me love I didn't whine I just got to business
Told them kids to love themselves and be proud of pigment
I'm teaching money god and knowledge call that higher wisdom
Everything I say symbolic dong im so specific
In my mask like I'm twogeebs
That's lowercase with 2 E's
I'm high as God I beat tha block tha devil can't recruit me
And all tha women I really treated nice
But there was something toxic in me deep inside
That just wouldn't allow me to keep it right
I'm sorry to Gina, Meghan, Ebony and others
It's funny how life can make an enemy outta lovers
You used to stare into my eyes and see tha real me
Now you just wanna fucking kill me
But fuck it that's how life goes
I left wrongs now I write woes
We keep it all in
Even tha typos
Cuz it's tha rawest most authentic
If I said it then I meant it and don't give a fuck bout who's offended
Cuz niggas never cared about offending me
Fake friends not really who they pretend to be
Or racist cops want me shot so they tempting me
And this tha type of shit that's been draining my energy
But they act like I'm tha bad guy
Wonder why I'm pissed nigga that's why
Under tha mask you see these sad eyes
But most tha time I'm not sad I'm just that high
Keyze got me thinking bout hard times, man this shit get deep
You ever been so hungry with no food you just went to sleep
No tree and no gifts around on Christmas Eve
Living in tha homeless shelter, we was stuck in tha street
They done cut tha air off we had to use tha oven for heat
We was in tha burbs living like the projects
Ain't no one in my family ever been a prospect
But we survivors tho
Cuz it's no telling man who can die
No chips but my high school went back to back in suicides
Overdoses damn near a 3peat
Wonder why we numb now, these is tha end days
My nigga Jonah hung himself back in 10th grade
And he was black, had me tripping like a motherfucker
Then later Billy got stabbed to death down at Rutgers
For no fucking reason
Left him in tha snow it's a cold fucking season
RIP to all tha guys
Sometimes when I sleep I see all y'all eyes
Don't know if y'all looking down or looking up
In yall memory this whole game is getting shooken up
In my mask cuz I'm twogeebs
That's lower case with 2 Es
I'm high as God I beat tha block tha devil can't recruit me
