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Man I have to face it so I choose to taste it

I drank blood let me tell you when I was thirsty

Like they choose to sell drugs that's when they put money first

Open your chest let me see why you put man last

Let my home man hustle

They put jealous first

I let it rain I make you wet then I wrap in plastic

I wrote some rhymes I book myself then I manifest it

Lord I can't believe you just make me a blessing

At least I'm so proud you let your people do know

I will keep on bring out the best of me wherever I go

I know I'm not perfect but my pitch is perfect

Allow me to lead them in literature as captain

No top ten I'm the one if you can't believe sorry for your pain