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[Verse: Bobby Capri] Uh! Flow sicker than your average Savage with the wordplay I've only had a birthday 7 times so far... Leap year baby, and the good die young So I'm good when the time come Attitude is "Fuck it!" Don't matter what the subject is Along as when you spell it, you replace every "S" with a ($) dollar sign Like A$AP You gon think Ma$e back I'm talking "Murda" not the pastor though But when you passing that collection plate, you have to know You know that God ain't got no bills But somebody got wheels Taller than the children looking at themselves in em Man I'm so self-centered Everything revolve around me Wanna play with this revolver, but my conscious won't allow me To play Russian Roulette Cause then I wanna do it Like...Bang! bang! Bang! Blow out your brain It's like I'm Clark Kent, but never know when to change I'm always a day late, and dollar short On the child support I got one, but he got three siblings I swear they think I'm balling, but fuck! I'm barely dribbling Bitch is forever tripping I'm sick of just barely living They tell me my time is coming. Me? I don't care to listen I never been "patient" ain't got no primary care physician No insurance All I have is endurance All I have is my word and all these cowards are lying (lion) And I ain't talking no Wizard of Oz neither My eyes see the Shit they try to feed us. It's laced Untie your sneakers and slip on some Gucci loafers I promise I'm super focused My hand on my two cojones So what can you do to hold us back? I spit that "cul de sac" rap, don't hit a dead end I see them sedatives set in Cause everyone's sleeping on me It's an eye for an eye...well I Would keep one on me Like a cyclops With Visine eye drops That's real shit!