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[Verse 1: looms.]
Vaguer names, hazy aviation
Praising pain
Taking blame
Say, he staying vacant
Lay awake, grazing
Stay patient with the pyre
Nation in the mire
Praising aimless
Sire hired by the buyer
Dire time we live it
Liar liar fib, cyanide to skin, drip, drip
Die and find the shit's lit
Spliffy in the whip zipped
Swift whiff on that wrist wrist shit? Nah
Paupers pausing where the kings sit scarred
Sly hard to grasp it
Never sought the finer finery
The sword divide the dying dynasty
Indite the rhymes try to find the key pronto
Nеver ahead but he thе honcho, oh
Nevertheless he lead em on though, oh
Getting the stretch she a crossbow, oh
But what's he on though?

[Verse 2: Obijuan]
I'm in the upper echelon of this rap shit
What you saying? That's a bad lick
Backflipping off the roof, that's a hat-trick
Cash stacking from the booth, niggas in the past tense
I'm in the now, fingers sticky he stuck to the pound
Woah, aye fuck how the sound
I rather drown than listen to these niggas
I'm underground, six miles beneath niggas
Police kill us, wish we could kill police
I'm off the leash, hit me for the lease
Fifty k at least, at least half for this speech
Pass me the fleece, too cold for the summer
Niggas getting old it's a bummer
Twenty three, plenty trees in the stash
Penning grief, send me peace real fast
Get off your ass lord pour me a fourth of what you having
The fortune we grabbing in portions is fabulous