Keep the family close and the ghosts in the closet with the safe
Certain things ain't made to be encrypted
Take that to the crypt for the loyal
Soil content could make a bomb with what they throw out the window with the oil
But the grass green long as the machine count
Got that after fingers cramped 'cause of the amount
Tried the cloud hustle but the flight made him sick
Can't byte a bit but could write his name on a brick
(Write his name on a brick)
So we built a house out 'em digitized it and then flipped that without ever moving shit
(Without ever moving shit)
Cheesin seeing NFT's fly even faster than the trees he used to hustle
All these memories in the muscles
Bastard from the cracked plaster
Many dogs never muzzled
So he talk that shit (So he talk that shit)
From the chair on the porch prolly where he still sit (Prolly where he still sit)
Even when the earth burnt up
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