LYRICS

When I was 6 I thought that I could be the president
Now I'm 27, staring at PERCEPTION and pretense
Reflection makes me question what's destined his
Ma' told G more, never tell never to a kid with a pigment problem
Politic talking PIGMENT, pinching pockets for they pinching prosperous
I should stop eating bacon, I fact alone
L smell brought her right back home
Homie call me, banging, riding on CHROME
I done blown speakers, thrown eager like a lone twitter
Out of space like an alfa, alfa goal beeper
Bed bug automatic, could've got it more cheaper
Remote receivers to promote the pitcher
How can a rapper be demote to PREACHER?
Easy leader, easy peers when they start using ears for spears
Same year that they started banning cures for beers
The bank clears the floor, four pours then another night bore
Good thing I lit another light, lover's life source for WAR
Goes to the new ones for sport, the moon forces with you
Blu court's the issue, CHURCH

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