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I need a breather
Take this fucking seriously
Bitch I know you see this
If he was a different shade you’d take him to the cleaners
Handcuff him to the heater
Black Snake Moan style
With his own profile in your system
Listen
Mission safety calling out your bullshit
Bitch you can’t save me
Save it for your pulpit
Where your Pharisees be at
Same ones that be hounding me
Take a walk in our shoes and then you’ll see
The middle finger

So go waste your day away
Yeah society came to play
But karma’s a mother
Cause now it’s the others
The blue ones be aiming K’s
Oh now it’s a problem right
Cause the targets
Look like you
Think like you
Dress like you
Talk like you
Buy like you
Come from you
Oh you know
This is something you heard before
Never had to think about
But the rest of us at the door
And we got our shanks in hand
With the thought of a promiseland
Put away your agenda
And I’ll keep my mental contraband


Guns, guns, lemonade
‘Round the corner people sprayed
Victims victims have you any pull

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from lemonade / in my head, released October 29, 2021

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