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[Verse 1: Ovrkast.] Yo, as far as I can see, it's already made Petty change get saved that I could piss off in a day Tip off in your face, and you in half court, looking phased I'ma take that, a place where I can lay back Getting misassigned, I'm a sign, two can play that You need it for the time being, see it like a vapor Me, I need the generation meaning from the paper Meetings for the paper, see the evil in its flagrance Please make it make sense Seated in the basement Rappin on my mountains, if I peaked, you wouldn't say shit Took it with a grain of salt, the pillar wouldn't change it Pulling with the strength of God until I couldn't face it Potent from the pages I was writing Movin, shaking out of sight and niggas stay mad I could never stay bad Push a nigga's fade back Cookie couldn't crumble, it was done before we ate it Rookie niggas fumble, number one, you niggas hate it [Interlude: Mavi] What else they gotta do, bro? They hands is full, no cap [Verse 2: Mavi] Man, I can't be my brother's influence The school, he bad at rules, he packing pills instead of pencils The shit I been through A willing cinch I slit my wrist through Man, Willie Lynch, I'm in my whip proof Kiddies spittle literature, lit as strike against flint The kiss is spliff digging the skin from my grin Up all the stripes that I'm getting, tiger my twin Catch 'em by the toe and tie a tag around like you sizin' up flips Tighten up, boy, the titans is here Size of his tusks are for striking 'em fear So lighten up, he smell your fright in the air I got a plate full, bae got her mouth full Gave her a mouthful Keep a weight on my tongue if it ain't flailing about truth So why you painting your torso? them statements not about you You talking about April is over, we finna let the Nile loose On the ticket, the crowd move, unconditional bound too The whole October drown through, "no roses" on SoundCloud proof Tossing part as far as I can see? It's already me and shit I lurch through minor leaguers, spurned at only 17 years You thinking pieces a zenith The rock, the pot, a full revolution and we ain't sleep yet Grapple with my shadow, sun creep, the wrinkles increases Man, ready to box, feet heavy, ring shrinking Got comfy under the ultraviolet The sun-bleached kid wonder Blood beating from under the plumage Mister Number One kid Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bro? Yeah