Death of Deuce
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Hello guys the dope kind the broke kind the both kind
I'm so I'm the nope signed to goat minds
To gloat time to show I'm the poked I ain't provoked
I ain't the joke I ain't the woke I'm the no pulse sign
There's no kind of hoe buying pork rinds eating
No truth seeking weekend even on Mondays thinking
Not man, deacon believing who seeing me in booths
For that reason he's keeping it and he gon shoot
Started in the hood like a born racist developing norm paces
To touch where you are face it it's threatening
I rest in these uncomfortable pressuring
Spots you could never be I who you threatening opp?
I told Con that I'd kill em all He made a call but didn't get involved
I nightcrawl Jake Gyllenhaal
Despite flaws when this pen across cigars and Pentecostal applauds in synagogues
A boss and brainiac who's like a maniac here's where it's crazy at
Never picked a side I picked a right and simply painted that
Colors of the ghetto you know white and dirty yellow
You know I'm just a reminder to them guys to never settle, hello
Truthfully I already know a rapper can't get in the booth with me
You gon have to sit and speak your mind and speak your truth to me
Probably counting money from a nigga say he love me while you plotting by the door playing Spook with me
A whole lot of jubilee for shit that's barely moving me
I called him back like fuck that ima end up shooting eem