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[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Through transmission I deem the best unfit
I know I’m not the only one on that gangsta shit
Age is access I’m busting traps off the board yo
Eating Bordeaux, momma had rewarded so
Niggas from my old hood still frigid
Solve the problem and die by my own digits
Even shitfaced I think of hoes
But like a constituent I stir up those who thought they knew it
Please, I’m no pathologist
But I’ve seen you suffer from a safe distance
Finna take a deuce off this ear tucked joint
Like I’m robbing, make you do what Da Vicecrux say
Realistically, only one in my way is Harrison
But that’s my mans; no comparison
Scoop me up in the whip, I got the dutchie fresh
To all my niggas getting 90s on the math tests
[Hook][2X]
You got a problem? deal with it
Oh it’s beef now? deal with it
Grown man shit, lemme deal with it
If nothing works out I’mma move weight
[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Punk hoes curse me out of bravura but cough up
Cash flows make you think his aura was altered
With the admittance, my world spins obdurate
You niggas is toast and plus your dose is moderate
Into dull affairs they breathed valued life
Mad rough but I don’t expect a psyche
Forbes is like Wall Street, Wall Street like Huff
Bagging stuff so money I might touch
„necessity of compromise” makes you double check presidential lies
Bubbled out when lack of fact becomes standardized
Drunken stead to despair, meeting gray skies with sunken head nigga
You see all my homies walk with creased boots
But how from female attention I feel aloof
Sweet ass nigga operating à la mode
Man I got morals, fuck the g code
[Hook][2X]
You got a problem? deal with it
Oh it’s beef now? deal with it
Grown man shit, lemme deal with it
If nothing works out I’mma move weight
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