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[Verse 1]
On gray days I think with introspection and thought
On pay day I aim my direction with what I got like snot
Brass in the pocket, class and docket
I've fucked up a little, drive luck up and it'll victual
On saturdays still feel brittle like the hard candy
Even mottled and dottled, cuz shit is scanty
But shit's real, natural, I don't sweat or fret
I'm beyond most rhyming
I bond the binding
MC's can't correspond because I'm blinding
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