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I quit lookin' for solutions (No offense)

Bought a pistol and learned how to use it

You can't fix stupid

Apes stood and walked into the future

March of progress end hunchbacked in front the computer

Sooner or later it's gon' be two unrelated active shooters

Same place, same time

Great minds, Tesla and Edison

Selling pussy 'cross state lines, they veterans

Hangman, one look all it take to take they measurements

My taxes pay police brutality settlements

Quicksand every direction so go ahead and step on in

Kickstand for the weapon, tumor pressing on his brain

But ya man wasn't forgetting to adjust for the wind

Dead hand reach from the past to guide events

The document is undead

Common sense says my ancestors was the worstest of men

First sign of trouble, motherfuckers shimmy right out that human skin

Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again

It's nothing you can do with us, we're fucked up

We're fucked, poison everything we touch

Withered and died, burn it down with us inside

Burn it to the ground, make sure don't nobody survive

Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again

It's nothing you can do with us, we're fucked

We're fucked up, poison everything we touch

Withered and died, burn it down with us inside

Burn it to the ground, make sure we don't survive

Check!

Low vibration, moral high ground

You slippin' at night like a old bitch nightgown

I ain't tryna hear about later, this is right now

These niggas ain't got shit, like it's night town

Danny Brown back like skinny white girls

Workin' out, 'bout to get the money like curls

Pull up, get ripped, nigga deadlift

Sit up, push up, bicycle kick

Not for nothin', I'ma leave with sumthin'

If not, bitch, then it's Good Will Hunting

You ain't gotta worry 'bout if we coming

Niggas slidin' on you and this ain't Cool Runnings

No pun intended, I'ma step on business

Got it for the low, like the day after Christmas

Niggas illiterate, can't read the room we in

So get your cameras out, it's a movie then

Shit, I'm about to flip the script

Like they just cut the budget

Wilin' out, showin' my ass out in public

La, la, la, can't tell me nothin'

Nights like this, bitch, David Ruffin

Who you thought it really was?

What you thought, that it wasn't?

Niggas lyin' like ya cousins

When you know his ass wasn't

Tell 'em drive through, like twenty-piece nuggets

Broke like the ice cream machine

You niggas rubbish, ah ha ha ha

I'ma drop the low, 'til that ho come through

Sorrento paint a house at the Fontainebleau

Everything I dreamed for, it done came true

I did it my way, ain't play by your rules

You the typa nigga to get lipo

I'm the typa nigga that caught work on a iPhone

If I lose weight, I get caught in a drug zone

I ain't worried 'bout the hate, I just wonder where the love gone