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[Produced by Ben Pramuk] Friday the 13th, 2012 Sin sin sin, we livin' in hell And all the real niggas, either dead or in jail They blind to it, but they feel it in braille I wonder if we'll see a Hellen Keller miracle You rebel yell, I'm hearing you Double entendres, that's rookie shit And food for thought this steak to a cookie crisp Cereal, you lunch nigga You so fucking late, you lunch nigga Fuckin' muggle scum, fuckin' dumb nigga You ate nigga, you lunch nigga You want me to fuckin' admit it Alright alright alright, I'll fuckin' spit it We wanted it, and we fuckin' did it You fuckin' right, we fuckin' did it Wanted it, I had to fuckin' get it Like OG infared jordan 6's I have a superiority complex Meaning selflessly selfish, that's the complex Nobody built like me, superiority No frat fuckin' sisters in serorities School spirit, you boring me Fuckin' hypebeasts, you boring me I'm a design kid, dressing accordingly Smile on Ben face as he's recording me Swishers sweets, grandma kush A bird in a hand is worth more than a bush Volume on 27, white lighter shit A real nigga and my life would be a bad bitch Got the feeling someone holdin' out That same phony feeling that moc'd holden out Don't wanna talk about it, rather be about it Got a problem with it, see me about it Yeah, see me about it My mojo, never seen without it Pickin' up a mic is like picking up a gun Or picking up your new blown back son Shine bright, shoot for the stars The world is yours, the future is ours The past is the past, it's irrelevant I fuck for fun I could never be fuckin' celibate The horn the horn the lusty fuckin' horn Its not a thing to laugh but to scorn [Break] x2 The higher the highs,lower the lows When will we know, when will we know I dedicate this to the privileged listening Lyrical diet, practitioning I'm club hopping, these niggas crew hopping Fuckin' rich sluts they take my whole crew shopping So peep out my manuscript To see that is a must I drop luxury shit Um, reservations for 6 Bill was like 6 - dropped a 1000 dollar tip Ask Quil 300 in the bathroom Troy found it, and gave it back to him Real nigga shit, but we off that Boss up, nigga get off that I'm over it, meaning we off that I'm over it, meaning we off that Oh its fuck me nah it's fuck you You a grown man stand on your own two Or on fours dog, fuckin' bitch If we got knocked you'd prolly fuckin' snitch I seen the same shit happen to Rich Not Hill The Real but you know him as Mitch 2012 look where its coming to I'm just saying, is it true 2012 look where its coming to I'm just saying, is it true [Outro] x4 He is I I am him Him is me The man that I am New black