Conspiracy Theaories

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They’re gonna make us buy electric cars
They gon send the gas prices up so far
They won’t even go underwater
But they’re tryna go to Mars
What’s gonna happen if we really let them start
I don’t know how the world is changing
It’s not okay what we are creating
We don’t recycle now the world’s on fire
It’s blazing
Fuck Twitter
Ima download the Truth app
And Ima get to say things
Man stop playing
The world is changing in front of my eyes
And I’m still praying
Now that Covid’s a thing
You can’t even go to church no more
You can’t even sign up
To be a prеacher in school no more
Therе’s so many red flags
I feel like I’m Elmo
My friends are laughing
But I swear to God this is not no joke
If I was joking would I be laughing
The answer is no
If she gets in my car and plays Logic
Ima kick that ho
They only created shoes
So they could make your feet
Change the way they grow your toes
You may doubt me but the more you know
They won’t let you share programs through zip files
The way they encode
If I was Santa Claus I wouldn’t go up north
I would hide at the south pole
They only created Christmas to distract you from getting depressed in the winter
I got so many different flows you would feel like you were swimming down the damn river
Logic Pro is 200 dollars now
But FL Studio is still free
If you download it for free on the Internet then anything’s free
That’s facts
You can’t steal from me
Load up the beat I kill mp3’s
I cannot make a beat
It would sound like this but musically
All my ideas just coming at me
I want dinner for peanut butter and jelly
I’m just tryna get wealthy
I’m tryna walk out the room real stealthy
I gotta eat lettuce and celery real healthy
Bitch brush your teeth your breath stinks
I barely made a hundred dollars this week
But that’s okay there’s still next week
I would never stop
Bitch I’m going to the top
Ima roll drop and stop
Then Ima mop up all the opps
I’m in a bag like Goldilocks
He getting money who told you he not
Why you lying Ima beat you in the head with a fucking pot
Oh my God