First off
Pressure goin' up like jet fuel
Burnin the wax at both ends
I was in the black like "Guess who?"
I was in the dark no face mask
Finding myself through the snafus
Hustle through pain for the big bank
Keep ya two cents no one asked you
While they sleeping on the hardest niggas out
We breakin' sheetrock, you sheep watching
Obnoxious with yo mouth
Tippin' teacups with tardigrades our numbers hard to count
Defining epochs, adapt to all conditions North or South
We polar opposites, try'n keep up
I'm resolute no doubt
Parry paladins with broken swords, Full Counter boxed em out
See my disenchantment written on my face when I touch ground
I can't be held by codes that end collapsible, I'll knock em down aye
High key, I don't give a fuck if you like me
Matter is mind like my business
Tend to your garden, unsightly
Weeds grow
My ivy
Break your leagues
You can't fathom
Under siege
Periscope, Captain Nemo
Oh he's such a mystery
High key
I don't give a fuck if you like me
High key
I don't give a fuck if you like me
First off
Pressure goin up like jet fuel
Burnin' the wax at both ends
I was in the black like "Guess who?"
I was in the dark no face mask
Finding myself through the snafus
Hustle through pain for the big bank
Keep ya two cents no one asked you, aye
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