[Verse 1]
To pick a pepper off the pie was living a simple life
Kiss the pecker b**h, tikes peeping papa pimp his wife
Yikes, the book of life's full of under written plot holes
One sh**ty twist: you probably gonna rot slow
Some croak from large loans, or over-open jaw bones
Some do clean up, no vacuum though, it's all nose
All those gone, swan song, a palm, rose
Sad clothes and bows, saves not a drop of bottle lows
What the f** is fame though? ask yo, the hall knows
The playback of plain rap is all specific bar codes
Chosen by aristocratic mystic gas-huffing addict germophobes
Known to f** Maybach office hoes
Snow traces AWOL, names is all paid off
To stay off the radar, who was at the trade-off?
Wait I don't remember officer, lower your AR
Given a single crayon, I'm forced to get me a day job
Trying to get me some weight off, why you be like Adolf?
Always made to labor so I never seen no major paper
Ain't being cooperative again, I plead the f** the state law
The world's a runway, a one way cake walk
Champagne or 8-ball, pick your fav contagion
Ham pain wanes when contained inside a séance
Man stay in lane when he race a tide of chaos
Rather be infected than dejected from the play-offs
Sipping on the pine while bathing in the wine up in a high rise
Break a piece of pride pie to ride the high of finding higher skylines to eye from a place of peace
Let the gun bang because it ain't erasing me, I'm made to be
[Outro]
Old man told me to do the right thing
Burned the piece down, f** it it's a fight thing
Ain't a peace town around, not a word
Turn up for the best of the worst
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