Such high, many pew pews, Wow lebeef

Yeh
Bet you thought there wasn't enough pressure?
Bet you holding back headshots on Twitter!
Bet you think this can't touch ya
Written for a written don't make eyes with me brudda
I'm a living testament to what happens to a 1 percent who is unjustly reprehended,
My lyrics aint even viscious unless you put me on the edge of mount Carleton on my birthday pounding a crater through the top like baby we made it
Wish her well and approach the edge like the voice in my head repeating "Just Do It"
I call that parachute spits, you what happens when the industry wins, Me Luludoesn'tgiveashit, you too eager to beligerantly cop a bench
It's me to give thanks to, marketed using knowledge of the game tru, 
the one that's got me trained to teach you of your rash mistakes,
Getting high off a chunk of my moon again,
Call it the deathstar captured by rebel troops,
Excited to talk shit verbally you have the poops, 
misquoting moments like flicks where the star's getting duped
Jaws dropped Because I'll break Benjamin for a chance to smash your bottle of liq, 
Tryna push me through rebirth quick worked about as well as your plothole analysts
cracks in the system so watch me in real time like this message is sponsored by Neinstat's drone supply
That's a joke that's fermented and still will die,
Getting old bro transforming into all these younger guys,
I'll take you on a tour and you can see where all the different bunkers reside,
Take the shit and flip the script to prove the mention was worth the thin ice, here's what you really wanted
Vibrational occupation for healing delta wavefabrication,
Fuck with the system and call me wack one more time I swear to Cthuhlu your gonna see me in the morning
I just sway side to side moving closer to where my dreams reside B

LuluDoesn'tGiveAShit (Prod. JDilla)

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