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Hold on, let me grab Mic a minute I heard my family out there got offended.

Whether I do right or wrong at the end of my song my intentions get misrepresented

I stay on the low and on my grind

I don't make quick friends that takes some time

If you start acting funny and boy it ain't bout no money I'll cut you off and treat you as if we had a Apartheid

Cause none of you niggas know my dark side

If even if you did you wouldn't even try

But that's a different story, a different track, you can hear later on when I pull from my Archive

I play the cards that I'm dealt right

I'll turn them into chess pieces by the next night

Make one phone call, pack my bags in the hall, and hit the airport to catch a flight.