Last night was mad fake, bunch of dudes I can't stand giving me handshakes Can I get a break? Wait

Yeah, uh, microphone clocked in, time to go to work Sunglasses and. I go left, there's nothing right, I go right, there's nothing left I go up, I leave the Earth, it gets down to the final breath You ain't saying nothing, designer's conundrum You dumb-dumb, you'd better pull a Gump and go run-run I send 'em, you either burn them or become them With one drum, you wanna beat them I choose to love them It's undone, got the stink, that's what the odour is Put your hands up like you're putting on deodorant If life's a bitch then I'mma treat her like a goddess Be her accomplice, together there's nothing we can't accomplish I grab the mic, like a, with a blast of light, gonna rap it tight Better rap it right, my passion for rapping just happens to be an appetite Hungry, for the best version of myself Not a parking ticket, and I don't need validation from someone else These hypochondriacs think that they're ill But a man who's blessed will manifest exactly how he feels That's real, tell them how you feel That's real, t-tell them how you feel.

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