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[Verse: Supa Bwe] Supa the assailant Why you make me do it, I ain't wanna do it I got all these cravings Bitches, Remy, buddah, Henny and this music Fuck you, I’m amazing All my niggas prudent, they don’t need direction Bad Bwe boolin' I don’t leave reflections, bet that you ain't catch it Blood, I need blood, niggas owe me blood Bitches owe me love, smoke another blunt California love, smoked another blunt Chicago all I love, I don’t see you fucks I don’t feel shit, pop another Xan And get to killing shit, young natural savage I was built with it, nana told me I was reckless Finish breakfast, I ain’t listen, no And I still don’t eat my grits, I don’t have a mission Just resistance, fuck the nation, my opinion I’m still gon speak my shit, young black and angry Where’s the change cause I've been waiting, man And they still pulling shit, still killing niggas Still pointing fingers, still selling children Sell 'em to the system, still burning churches Still steal in churches, I got all this magic I made this for nothing [Outro (x3)] I got all this magic I made this from nothing